I definitely considered taking a shower. I finished my run and I peered in the mirror and I thought, “Hmm, looking a little greasy, maybe we brush the hair and do the makeup and change the sweaty shorts.”
Then I thought “Nah.” I was on my way to play poker with my coworkers, who were all married, or Republicans, and I was not about to waste a hair wash day on a bunch of dudes who leave the seat up.
So I went as-is, hair slick with sweat, legs prickly and pale, deodorant long gone and dead to the summer heat. I put on my Crocs and drove over.
We were on our fifth hand when I got the text.
“Let’s hang out tonight.”
To add some context, this wasn’t just any boy. This was a boy I had a crush on. A boy I had texted to ask out a few weeks prior and received no response.