He was avoiding me like the plague.
One night I really wanted hot pot.
I went to that place, but there was a line.
It was going to be two hours and still ten tables.
If I knew before, I wouldn’t have waited.
But it had already been two hours, and I wanted that hot pot.
I waited.
Finally, at 1:03 AM, I was seated and ordering
my food
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3:20
My phone buzzed and I saw a message from
Shawn.
Are you still out?
Then another one, My mom wants to know.
I thought about it, She is sleeping by 10 pm, how does she know?
854
The typing bubbles showed up, and then after
three minutes, he finally wrote: She is having trouble sleeping.
I said, Oh.
He said, So, are you coming home tonight?
That was so weird.
What was his problem, anyway?
Maybe he was worried I’d break into his room.
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He wrote again. Just, so you don’t die out there.
And so it doesn’t affect the house sale.
I rolled my eyes.
I told him, I just got seated at hot pot. It will be
late when I come back.
I will be quiet. You can yell at me if you hear
- me.
Shawn responded. Just don’t come in my room.
And don’t bring anyone back. I have OCD.
I sent him a picture of my hot pot. The seat
next to me had a small bear.
Shawn wrote back. So you and a bear? No one
will join you tonight?
I was confused. Who?
I realized he meant my abs pillow.
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3:20
Who takes that with them to hot pot?
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I wrote, He only keeps me company in bed. If I
take him out, it would be weird.
He never replied.
I got back late, and the living room light was on.
Shawn was there, looking serious in the yellow
light.
I felt so sad.
He hated me so much.
I’d been kind of interested in him, but I’m over
- it.
He doesn’t like me, we would never work.
