Oh yeah, the text thing. Oops.

After hanging out at The Wheel and having more wine than usual, I promised myself i wouldn’t drunk-text Elsa. And I didn’t mean to. I just practiced writing what to say, and deleted before I sent. But it turns out I pressed send a few times when i meant to press delete. Maybe all of them. A lot of them anyway.

Rule number one: never trust Drunk Anna.

Soooo this morning I’m having breakfast in my triangular room - I have a tiny room off campus, it’s a converted attic, but I can stand up straight as long as I’m in the middle of it - but I’m NOT having hot oatmeal that I cooked with the hotplate I DO NOT HAVE because that would be wrong. And coffee which I also did not have for the same reason. And my phone makes a cheery “you have a text” tink ta-tink sound, and I see a text from Elsa underneath a dozen misspelled ones from me. I literally turn it face down cause I can’t bear to read it, but then of course I do.

Elsa: Good morning. If you still want to get together for coffee I’ll be in the UCC cafeteria at 1. I’ll be wearing a pale blue hoodie and carrying a black book bag.

So I’m mortified, then relieved, then WTF? with the hoodie and book bag thing.

But maybe she’s nervous too. And she doesn’t want to sit in the cafeteria for hours wondering if I’ll show, wondering if I stood her up or if I just didn’t spot her, trying to read her book and pretend she didn’t care, so at least she’ll be able to tell herself I know what she looks like while she scans the room for the thousandth time and does NOT text me and ask where I am, because that would look desperate and clingy and pathetic and like she cares and fuck no she does not care if I show up or not because she is not pathetic.

Not like that ever happened to me or anything.