Catch Up
We had agreed to meet up for a drink, and you were late. It had been years since I’d seen you and I was nervous. I wasn’t sure how I wanted this to go. I didn’t want to end up sleeping with you again, I just wanted to see you, to catch up. I wanted to reassure myself that you were okay, doing fine. I couldn’t work out why I cared, but I did. The piano bar you had suggested was really dark and quiet. There were only a couple of other customers in the place, down the far end of the bar. I’d been sitting, waiting for 10 minutes already and I was nervous. I pulled at the hem of the dress I’d worn, wondering again why I’d worn something so short and tight …