Janet's Night Out

I went back to the bedroom. Michelle was still sound asleep. For a moment, I just wanted to crawl back in next to her and pretend I hadn't seen the texts. The urge to curl up next to her, put my arm around her and feel her warm body next to mine was so strong. But I was hurt and felt I needed to leave before she woke up. I found my clothes scattered about and got dressed. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. What a sight, serious bed hair, and makeup a mess. I did what I could in a hurry. I checked the Uber app and found someone available in the area. I got a piece of paper out of my purse and left her a note: M. Sorry to run. Need to get home. Thanks for everything. J.

I got back to my car and drove home. As I was walking up my sidewalk, the sky was just beginning to lighten up. My neighbor was coming out to get his paper, He waved. Thankfully he was far enough away he couldn't see the shape I was in. As a man, I had never gotten to experience the walk of shame. Now I know what it is all about. I noticed a piece of paper sticking in the crack of the door. I pulled it out and opened it up: Janet, I really hoped I would find you home but no such luck. I'm very sorry it has been so long since we have talked. The business trip I thought would be a few days turned into a few weeks. I should have called but I've been confused. I have been second guessing my feelings and conflicted on what I should do. Obviously, the situation is different than I have ever encountered. But I just can't get you out of my mind. Every day I think of you and wonder how you are, wonder if you are thinking of me. When my plane landed tonight, I knew the first thing I had to do was see you. Unfortunately, that didn't go as planned. If you are at all still interested, give me a call. I would really like to see where this goes. Zac

As I put the key in the door, my emotions welled up and poured from my eyes.