The 37-Minute Rule

Okay so here’s the thing. We’re not official. We’ve been on like six dates and he texts me good morning every day and I DIE every time but we haven’t had The Talk so I don’t know what we are and it’s killing me.

The 37-Minute Rule

This morning I’m sitting in my kitchen with my coffee, phone face down on the counter because I refuse to be that girl who stares at her phone waiting for a text. Except I totally am that girl.

37 minutes and counting

I’ve been checking the microwave clock every thirty seconds like a crazy person. The text comes at 8:47 AM (“morning beautiful, hope you have a great day”) and I literally squealed. Out loud. In my empty kitchen.

But here’s where I’m apparently a psychopath - I have this rule that I can’t respond for exactly 37 minutes because I don’t want to seem too eager. THIRTY-SEVEN MINUTES. Like that’s somehow the perfect amount of time to seem casual but not rude?

The text finally came

I spent the entire time crafting the perfect response (“morning! you too :)”) and then rewriting it fourteen times because what if the smiley face is too much?

Crafting the perfect casual response

I finally sent it at 9:24 AM and he responded immediately with “want to grab dinner tonight?” and now I have to wait another 37 minutes to say yes even though I’ve been thinking about it since the second his text came through. This is exhausting. Why am I like this?