This is a continuation of one of my experiences with passion. For earlier parts see here:
I stared from across the deserted hall at her and she stared back, her mouth half open. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly walked up to her, gave her the flowers and hugged her. She was incredulous and weakly hugged me back, asking what was I doing there.
We had a brief conversation as I followed her out to the car, I could barely talk as she rambled about stuff. In the end she agreed to try things again, and we would make plans for the weekend. I was overjoyed, the ride back home felt like floating on air.
The very next day I ended up accidently leaving my phone in the car and got slammed at work. I completely forgot to check on my renewed love interest. When I came back she had sent me a couple flirty texts during the day. Uh oh, I thought, I screwed up. I tried calling her back, but could only reach her via text. Still things seemed fine.
Early the next day I had to teach some training sessions. In between sessions, I received a text, “To tell you the truth…” uh oh, my heart jumped, and then the next one hit, she didn’t think there was a connection and she was done with the situation. I was crushed. I remember walking back and trying to half heartedly teach two more training sessions, then I sulked the rest of the day. How could this happen? I was so close! I was desperate.
I raked my mind. She had a mom she was close with. Maybe her mom could help? Her mom was asian, she would certainly want her daughter to end up with a nice officer like me! as my mind spun. After getting home I searched facebook, then linked-in. I found the mom’s email address. Quickly I started typing… “Help, I think I’m in love with your daughter and I need your help.” …