![]() Too busy to write me back, but she has time to do a photo shoot with her a dumb deer she saw on a hike?Īt this point it had been two days. Later on Instagram this clown Tanya was posting a photo of a deer. I thought: Do I send a message? NO! DON'T DO THAT, AZIZ! Be cool. My thoughts got crazier: Did Tanya's phone fall into a river/trash compactor/volcano? Did Tanya fall into a river/trash compactor/volcano? Oh no, Tanya died, and here I am, selfishly worried about our date. By then I was panicked: Should I have typed "Hey" with two y's, not just one? Did I ask too many questions? What was I thinking? There I go with another question! Aziz, WHAT'S UP WITH YOU AND THE QUESTIONS? I get it.įifteen minutes went by.nothing. She also probably didn't want to seem overeager. She started a draft, didn't feel good about it, and wanted to get back to it later. She's probably just crafting her perfectly witty response, I thought. I watched as those little iPhone dots popped up-the ones that tell you that someone's typing-but then THEY VANISHED. ![]() Minutes went by and the status of my text went to READ. Perhaps next weekend we would go see a movie at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery? Maybe I could cook Tanya dinner and try out that brick chicken recipe I'd been eager to attempt? Would Tanya and I vacation in Ojai in the fall? This was going to be great! ![]() As I waited for her response, I pictured our hypothetical relationship. ![]()
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