Called Whitney again, apparently at a better time. So we’re getting together for coffee on Wednesday. It’s later in the evening because apparently she has school. I’m hoping she means University, because I really hope I’m not trying to pick up someone significantly younger than me. I’ve never gotten any sort of skill at telling people’s ages.
The pessimist inside of me (well, actually the one that dominates my existence) thinks she just gave me her phone number so she didn’t have to say no. That this entire experience is her just being polite. I guess I’ll find out on Wednesday and see if she even shows up.
The timing of this all isn’t great. I really should be getting ready for my vacation.