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@AllyinSpain: Hi…good and you?
I stare at her message, nothing spectacular, but she responded. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I type back.
@CamSteeleIT: I’m good…great actually. Work’s got me busy. I saw Easton and Faith were visiting you. That’s great. I bet you had fun with them
Her response is almost immediate.
@AllyinSpain: It was a nice surprise and fun to show them around.
@CamSteeleIT: Happy to hear that. Just wanted to see how you were doing
@AllyinSpain: I’m good, you don’t have to feel obligated to check in. Really, I’m good
@CamSteeleIT: I don’t feel obligated, I really wanted to see how you were doin
@AllyinSpain: Oh ok… Thanks then
@CamSteeleIT: Anytime
@AllyinSpain: I shoud get back to work… Don’t want someone walking in and accuse me of spending time on social
@AllyinSpain: oops… I meant should
@CamSteeleIT: I got you… Have a good day or rest of the day. Bye
@AllyinSpain: Bye
I stare at our conversation, as platonic as could be but also awkward as fuck if you really dig deep, knowing our history.
Getting up and ready for work, which really means make coffee and turn on my laptop, I check my emails to make sure there aren’t any updates from my current clients and get to work. All the while, my conversation with Luke from last night ringing loud and clear.
If I do feel something more for Ally, then I should figure out what that is and what it means for me and us, if there even is an us. I mean, she lives in a different country for fuck’s sake. I’m insane to think anything could come from it if I haven’t even been in a relationship with someone local in years. I’ve dated, fucked, and wooed women, but I haven’t had an actual girlfriend in years. What makes me think I can handle long-distance relationships?
I must be insane.
After hours of work, I stand and stretch my tense body and jump in the shower, so I can grab a quick bite to eat. I’m not really in the mood for leftovers or frozen pizza, and a walk outside would be nice to clear up the fog of adware, SEO, and bandwidth. I love what I do, but sometimes I need to take a step back before I start thinking as analytical as a computer does.
As I sit at a table in Meat Me, my favorite sub shop, I replay my conversation with Ally. Googling the time difference between Richmond and Madrid, I make a mental note of what she might be up to at seven in the evening and smirk to myself when I see the poll on her Instagram story asking people if she should have a beer or glass of wine. Forgoing the poll, I go straight into our chat, asking her straight up which one she went for, seeing as she posted the poll over an hour ago.
@AllyinSpain:
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