GrahamThis conversation should have made me run the other direction. Alexa presented a confused mix of wanting reassurance and commitment out of a man while offering little in return. I should recognize that for the nightmare it was, but I couldn’t. I felt more determination than aversion.
“I don’t know if you do or you don’t.”
“I might, then.”
She fidgeted with her car door handle. Nervous humor crept into her voice. “You might. I don’t know. I’m not good at this, to be honest. I practice not bothering to look for more than that.”
“That’s too bad.”
“I need to get going.”
I accepted her unconvincing mutter as if she meant it. “Okay. So, I’ll see you around?”
“Probably. Look, I don’t mean to make it sound like…I don’t know. Like I’m not interested or that you’re not worth my time or
