BLINDSPOT | BWWM

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I hope you're well. It's Monday and I know most people dread them. Do you? I don't mind them. I happen to think the worst day of the week is Tuesday. Tuesdays are right at the cusp of hump day and they always seem to last the longest. They're just there with no purpose. We should get rid of Tuesdays. I may take my proposal to congress. Would I have your vote?

Anyway, I enjoyed our conversation. Hope to chat again soon.

My lips turned up into a small smile. The message was only sent about an hour ago. I looked at my online matches and there he was. I hesitated to send him a message before I convinced myself I was over-thinking it and double-clicked his name.

Serenity: Hi

And then I waited. I stared at the screen waiting for a reply for a while before I looked down and worked on a revised sketch. My eyes drifted back and forth checking for a response.

Rylan: Hey! Can we talk later?

Serenity: Yeah. Sorry to bother you.

Rylan: No bother. I want to talk to you. Meet me here tonight at 8?

I felt my cheeks heat up. He wanted to talk to me.

Serenity: Sure.

Rylan: It's a date. Talk soon.

A date. I'd actually made two dates in one day. Okay, not really but I was looking forward to my faux-date that night more than my real date on Wednesday. Partly because it would be easier than sitting across from Lincoln at a Thai-Mexican restaurant and partly because Rylan made me blush and smile and feel like some whimsical teenager.
I hadn't thought too long or hard about who Rylan was so it would be naive of me to grow any attachment to him.  He was closer to being a figment of my imagination than a real person but that didn't stop my heart from beating with anticipation to talk to him again.

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It was 8:00. I lied and told Ireland that I wasn't feeling well so that I could get out of our nightly ritual of watching House Hunters and shut myself in my room. She wasn't aware that I'd been using Blindspot and I had no intention of telling her yet.

My Blindspot alert dinged to notify me of a new message.

Rylan: You know what I find incredibly sexy?

Serenity: What?

Rylan: Punctuality. Mmm...

Serenity: Did you just type out a moan?

Rylan: Yeah. You judging?

Serenity: Yes.

A minute in and I was already grinning at my computer like a fool.

Rylan: How was your day?

Serenity: It was okay.

Rylan: Tell me what happened.

Serenity: I went to work and came home.

Rylan: Come on, you can do better than that.

Serenity: Umm...mustard got on my sweater and my co-worker asked me on a date.

I had no idea if that was an over-share since I usually don't share anything at all. I wanted him to think I was normal and pretending it was true in front of a computer was easier than expected. It was nice not to have to present the unfortunate parts of myself that everyone else saw to Rylan. All those defective parts that were scraped and scarred and undesirable.

Rylan: A date, huh? You going?

Serenity: I guess.

Rylan: Great...

Serenity: When was your last date?

Rylan: A long time ago.

Serenity: Is that why you're here?

Rylan: Maybe. What about you, is that why you're here?

Serenity: I don't know.

Rylan: I bet a cool chick like you gets asked out all the time.

Serenity: I wouldn't bet on that if I were you.

Rylan: I'm sure you're just being modest.

For the first time since we'd started talking I couldn't think of a response. I could've confessed my disability of sorts but I didn't want to scare him off and make him think I was damaged goods. I wanted him to find me desirable. Even if I never met him, having a seemingly normal man think I'm cool was more than I could have hoped for. My computer dinged.

Rylan: So axing Tuesdays. Yea or nay?

Serenity: Only if it makes the work week 4 days.

Rylan: I wouldn't have it any other way.

I was happy to talk about some meaningless topic and that's exactly what we did. For hours. We talked about music and food and movies. We talked all the way until 3:37 in the morning, making the timer on our chat meter rise to double digits. We'd only spoken twice but we'd already been chatting for over 11 hours. Time seemed to fly by but I knew I'd feel it when the sun rose on Rylan's dreaded Tuesday.

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