TITLE: I WAS A SUMMER REALITY STAR
GENRE: Women's fiction
"I’ve got something 2 do 2night, but u can spend the night if u want 2 hang."
I gaped at my phone. Hours later, this was the text I got in response to asking my boyfriend if he wanted to have dinner? He’d taken so long to reply that I’d not only eaten a sandwich, I’d also bought an umbrella, tried on half a dozen pairs of shoes, and walked 10 blocks toward home.
Plus, I could sleep there if I wanted to “hang”? Gee, how romantic! But, still, I hadn’t seen him in a week or so…
You shouldn’ t let yourself be at his beck and call, I told myself sternly.
I’ m not! I insisted. I am a strong, liberated woman who is okay admitting that she’ d like to spend time with her boyfriend this evening without making him plan some fancy date first or schedule it three days in advance.
It didn’t take long to pack a bag. A short walk and three Metro stops later, I knocked on Dominic’s front door.
I strained to hear if he was coming, but couldn’t make out anything over the rain and the wind. Shivering, I rubbed my hands on my arms as I waited. What’s taking so long? Maybe I should ask if he ever found that key he made me. Oh, well. At least my new umbrella kept me dry.
Finally, the door swung open. “Hey, Jen!” Dominic greeted me with a smile and a quick kiss.