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An Enticing Intrudcer

It was, yet another long day. My phone had chirped while exiting the highway, and I had an inclination it might be you. But the timing was a bit strange. Typically, you don’t text between about 6 and 7, as you’re just getting home and usually tidying things, running errands, or in the shower. Plus, you know I’m either finishing things up at the office or in the car. I gaze behind me as I walk up the driveway. It’s mid fall, and the sun has already set. As I walk through the door, my bag falls to the floor with a thud, as if oblivious to the delicate computer hardware inside. I remove my phone from my pocket, place it on the counter, grab a cup, fill it with ice, and mull vodka or whiskey. Drinking in general, especially alone, had become uncommon. But at the rate the week was going and the day in particular, the quickest path to physical relaxation and mental distracted was an absolute requirement. Vodka is the choice, pouring a generous shot over the ice, followed by some blood orange soda. Hardly a glamorous drink, but it will be adequate, and appropriate as summer turns to a close. Really, it wasn’t a bad choice for a Wednesday night on a work week that was already at 35 hours. Tonight, miraculously, I’d escaped the office at 6:30, only to be rewarded by a 20 minute longer than usual commute, thanks to a broken down Volkswagen van which had attempted to climb the hill leaving silicon valley, and failed miserably. Still, there was reason to celebrate, albeit in a very ...

... pathetic manner, as I'd at least get to sleep at a decent time tonight. As I pick up my phone and read the message, the suspicion of it being you turns out to be correct. My eyes scan the bright phone screen. “Hey, how are you doing?” It brings a smile to my otherwise downtrodden face. It was nice of your to break from your schedule to check in on me. I had warned you of my rough week ahead, and while you seemed to understand, your reaction indicated some disappointment it would be several days until we saw one another again. “Gotta say, pretty tired right now. It’s the joy and irony of working in technology – everything is supposed to just work, but it never does. How about you?” I pick up the glass and take a hurried sip, my shoulders relaxing as the cool beverage hits my tongue. “Actually? Really horny.” My eyes widening as the words flash across the screen. I almost spit out my drink in comical fashion, but instead swallow and smile to myself. While you never struck me as coy, being this direct wasn’t your style, either. Something seemed different, and I momentarily wonder if your phone has been confiscated by your roommate, who decided to have some fun at your (and my) expense. Hoping it is indeed you, my instinctual response is to be intrigued, but I remind myself that the goal tonight was to relax. Maybe, if things go well on Thursday and Friday, I’ll be able to see you Friday night. But I don’t want to overpromise, knowing all the things that can go wrong in the next 48 ...