Uhm... Fuck?

Dear Jon -

Surprising everyone, including myself, I did txt you. The conversation:

M: The courage to do things poorly.
J: any thoughts?
M: Yes.
J: I'd like to hear them at some point.
M: Would you?
J: I would. I never know how I communicate and would like your feedback. I like your thoughts: like flowers for the brain sometimes.
M: Drinks?
[Pause]
M: The courage to do things poorly?
J: sorry. working on a peer review due tomorrow. I'll be a couple of hours at least. did you want me to text then or just wait for another time?
M: Txt me when you're done? If I'm up, I'll respond. I have an 8 am class.
J: so do I. effing 8! It's rediculous. you have Kurt at 8, huh I have McMinn.
M: I don't want to do it another time.
J: fair enough. I'll try to get finished soon.

The last time stamp I have is 9:35. So should I txt again? I've showered, put my husband to bed, and am ready to see you. I'm shaved and looking sexy and feeling sexy and you know what? I'm going to fucking confront you. Am I? I think so. Yes, I think so.

You just txted me. Fuck. I'll post again after.

- M.