Chapter 5 - Miles
Sunday’s are my days to get stuff done. I give myself a break from the books unless I have a test on Monday. No test coming up meant I had no excuse to keep me from making the call to Mia. I’d already run several errands, putting off the inevitable. I hate rejection. A turn down from a girl at a bar could send me into a depression for days, thinking about all the times my dad told me I was worthless and would never amount to more than a hill of beans. But this was Mia. I needed to have a backup plan in case she turned me down. After Espy let her know I was really single the only reason she’d have to reject me was that she didn’t like me. Which would mean I’d totally misread her signals.
I needed to come up with a great idea for a date that she couldn’t resist. But what? Movie? That would remind us both of the disaster we’d just experienced. Dinner? Too conventional. Mini-golf? Too geeky, I’d save that idea for Graham. Karaoke? Not on a first date. Roller skating? Too high school. Ice skating? Too Rocky the movie. Drinks at Okra Charity Bar? She was working a fundraiser when I met her, might work. Dancing? She liked to dance. I could take her to Etro Lounge. She’d love it.
“OK, Miles. You can do this,” I said to myself. I took three deep breaths and punched her number in, then I stopped breathing.
She answered! I fist-pumped.
“Hello?” she said again.
I cleared my throat.
“Hey Mia, it’s Miles. Please don’t hang up.”
“OK, I won’t. Espy called me. Sorry about the other night. I had no idea you even had a sister, much less one with a son. I thought…”
“I know,” I said. I hated to break in, but she was a talker and I needed to ask her out before I fainted.
“Yeah. I guess you figured out what I thought. So stupid. I feel like an idiot. I hope you won’t hold it against me. It’s just that you never called, and my friend wanted to go to the movies…”
“It’s OK. I think we’re good now. Aren’t we?”
“I called to see if you want to go out. I mean, I really enjoyed being with you the other night and dancing. You know?”
“Me too. I love to dance. Did you know that I teach dancing? I can’t remember what I told you. But I do. Teach, I mean.”
“Yes, and that’s great. Maybe you can teach me some moves.” Oh great, I thought, now she’ll think you want to make a move on her. I slapped my forehead.
“Fun. When are you thinking?”
“Friday night? I have several tests this week, but I should be able to skip the studying for the night. I was thinking maybe you’d like to go to Etro Lounge. Have you been there?”
“No, but I’ve heard about it. Isn’t that the place where they play music from the eighties?”
“Yeah. Thought that might be a kick.”
“Can we dress up? I hear they do that there.”
“Um, I guess?” I said. Now what in the world would I wear? I was barely born in the eighties. If I’d had a normal ...