A few days later, in the middle of the next work week, I sent her a good morning text. Time for me to start taking the offensive. She said she was just going to be hanging pictures after work but otherwise had nothing going on all evening. She asked me how big my TV was. I laughed and was like, “I dunno, 42 inches or something?” She replied saying it was a lot bigger than hers, and that she wanted to watch this movie that she just bought… so it only made sense to come down and watch it on my TV.
I just sat there and shook my head. This girl is assertive. I totally dug it. But I also freaked out because my apartment was a dirty fucking shithole.
So I was like, “Yeah for sure, but ummmm I gotta run some errands first. Come on down later tonight.” And then I hauled ass and started cleaning my apartment.