Monday, June 29
No date yet, and I’m dying with anticipation. Mac still manages to get an iced tea delivered to me in the right location and at the ideal time each day. His notes are the perfect mix of funny and sweet, but it’s starting to drive me crazy that I don’t have any idea when, where, or even if, I will see him again.
I don’t have any way to reach him, or I would call him. If I tracked down a number for him, I’m sure there would be numerous gatekeepers to get through just to speak with him. On the notecard, he mentioned going out with me again, but he didn’t give any specifics. That was days ago, and he hasn’t brought up another date since then.
I don’t even know if he’s in town. For all I know, he could pre-write my notes and give them to the delivery person. Does he actually
