Kelly, Part 9. The Conclusion of the DTR
Then I told her about my bad luck, and the irony of it all. And then we talked about us – could we date long distance, would she get a boyfriend. She pointed out that if we called ourselves boyfriend/girlfriend, that would just add a lot of pressure to the relationship that we couldn’t handle at this point. It would mean obligations.
It was all crazy and magical. And she was right. She told me that she hoped we could talk on the phone every couple days and I would only not see her for 10 weeks that would’ve otherwise, and I could visit her in Chicago. So I breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t over. Not yet.
We chatted a bit more about our summers and then it was over. I don’t even remember what we talked about on the walk back out to the car. I was just sort of floating. I couldn’t believe how well it went. She liked me!
I went home and told the roomies about it, loved every second of the minute by minute description I gave to them. And the situation with Kat seemed a lot more funny not that we knew it didn’t ruin my life. I called Kelly before I went to bed, and it was awesome – just like we were dating. Wow.