The Meeting
The Meeting I looked at my watch, 11:53, too early. It’s hard to be exactly on time for these meetings. Too early and she’ll give you an excuse. Too late and you penalize yourself. So, I pull out my phone and put on the cloak of invisibility that people have when they stare at their phone on a street corner. 11:58, perfect. I punch in 0534 into the keypad and wait for the buzz that allows me to pull open the security door. Once inside the lobby, I head towards the elevators unconsciously fingering the folded over bills in my pants pocket. I love this semi-nervous feeling about meeting a girl for the first time. Although, you’ve looked over her website and exchanged a few emails, the first time actually meeting her is exciting. People …