I was praying he would contact me again, and when he finally did, I felt a part of me relax. Like I was holding my breath, waiting for his call or something. Truth be told, I was. As much as I don’t want to acknowledge it, I could feel myself falling into ‘like’ with him. I know it sounds totally crazy to admit you can feel yourself liking a total stranger, but I can’t deny these feelings anymore. It was so cute hanging out and talking, and then our impromptu date ended and that was that. We didn’t trade numbers or anything. Shamelessly I confess to looking at my recent call history the moment I got inside my apartment, but the number showed up private. I accepted that Parker Porter was only a memory, but even with no way of contacting him and not knowing where to find him, it didn’t stop me from thinking about him and our amazing night. But I honestly didn’t think I would ever see him again. I even went as low as hinting around about him to Carson a few times, but he didn’t budge and he never once talked about his brother.
