I didn't see Theo for five days. Not because either of us had decided to stop, but because I had two donor meetings, a backlog of client calls, and a stubborn belief that waiting for him to ask again would tell me something.
It told me only that waiting was miserable.
On Friday, I called Celia into the small conference room.
"I want to apologize for making you responsible for every awkward thing that happened between me and Theo," I said.
"You didn't."
"I did, a little. You introduced us. Then I treated the introduction like it came with a contract."
Celia folded her arms. "You didn't owe me anything."
"I know that now."
"Do you?"
"I'm trying to."
She gave a brief nod. "You're allowed to decide what happens after an introduction. It isn't a promise."
"I don't want to be the pers
