Robbie and cat dating
Before five minutes had gone by, she became wildly uncomfortable, and, as they got on the highway, it occurred to her that he could take her someplace and rape and murder her; she hardly knew anything about him, after all.
Maybe, she thought, her texting “lol r u serious” had hurt him, had intimidated him and made him feel uncomfortable around her. ” he demanded.“I’m twenty,” she said.“Oh,” he said.Robert was wearing a rabbit-fur hat that came down over his ears and a thick, old-fashioned down jacket.She thought it was a good look for him, if a little dorky; the hat heightened his lumberjack aura, and the heavy coat hid his belly and the slightly sad slump of his shoulders.“You’re welcome, concession-stand girl,” he said, though of course he knew her name by then.K.—you can murder me if you want,” she said, and he laughed and patted her knee.But he was still disconcertingly quiet, and all her bubbling attempts at making conversation bounced right off him.She still didn’t know much about him, because they never talked about anything personal, but when they landed two or three good jokes in a row there was a kind of exhilaration to it, as if they were dancing.
Then, one night during reading period, she was complaining about how all the dining halls were closed and there was no food in her room because her roommate had raided her care package, and he offered to buy her some Red Vines to sustain her.
She thought he was going to go in for a kiss and prepared to duck and offer him her cheek, but instead of kissing her on the mouth he took her by the arm and kissed her gently on the forehead, as though she were something precious. “I will see you soon.”On the walk back to her dorm, she was filled with a sparkly lightness that she recognized as the sign of an incipient crush.
While she was home over break, they texted nearly non-stop, not only jokes but little updates about their days. “His name is Robert, and I met him at the movie theatre.
He was wearing khakis and a button-down shirt.“So, do you want to go get a drink?
” he asked when they got back to the car, as if being polite were an obligation that had been imposed on him.
” she said.“If you want,” he said.“If you want” was such an unpleasant response that she sat silently in the car until he poked her leg and said, “What are you sulking about? “I’m just a little tired.”“I can take you home.”“No, I could use a drink, after that movie.” Even though it had been playing at the mainstream theatre, the film he’d chosen was a very depressing drama about the Holocaust, so inappropriate for a first date that when he suggested it she said, “Lol r u serious,” and he made some joke about how he was sorry that he’d misjudged her taste and he could take her to a romantic comedy instead.