Josie (5)

November 15

As it turned out, you did call me yesterday at 10 p.m. You said you had tried to resist the urge to call me but had given up. And I was 'as happy as a little girl!'

It seems to me you act like a girl who is falling for a guy -- sorry, who has fallen for a guy -- but everytime someone points this out to you (like, uh, me) you become terrified. I want to tell you not to be scared, not to worry, that I wouldn't let you down or hurt you. But I know this won't make a difference. As one of my journalism teachers used to say, "show, don't tell." I'll show, I'll show. I hope you see.

I called you at work and left a message, you called me at 10 a.m. complaining that your face was swollen. And, you accepted my invitation to the movies on Tuesday, if, you say, your face is okay.

November 16 (Tuesday)

I called you last night, kind of late, and we talked for a short time. You say, you're not sure about the movies anymore. I said, "yeah, we've already seen each other once this week, haven't we?" You say, "Yeah, I thought about that."

So I went to bed thinking it's not imperative that I see you tonight, at the movies, on the street, at you place, anywhere. I'm tiring of my persistence. Or is it your persistent opposition to my persistence that's tiring me?

In calling me this morning at 9:30 a.m. you said two things significant: One, 'wake up:' Assuming that since I stayed up late last night that I would sleep-in late; and two, after asking me what I had to do for the day, you said, "I don't hear anything about searching for a job."

That's hit a nerve. And you're right, I should start seriously looking around. I know that part of being an attractive suitor has to do with how much you bring home every Friday. Currently, I bring in absolutely nothing. Hardly the kind of money a woman expects a man to bring home. I wish I could cash in these words at your bank.