He baked you a cake?
Yeah. Isn’t it great? I’ll never want to finish eating it.
He obviously likes you.
Well, I thought so. Before, I mean, when he gave me the cake. But I know he doesn’t.
Caitlyn, he baked you a cake for crying out loud. How could he not like you?
He’s just home-broken. House-broken. Whatever you call it. He bakes.
No guy bakes for a girl he’s just friends with.
This guy does.
I don’t believe it.
Oh, believe it. You should’ve been there when I met him.
We were at McConn.
No, no. I was in line, and he was in front of me.
Did you say hi?
Not right away. I just kind of stared.
He has really nice hair. He usually covers it with that silly hat.
But underneath it?
Really … great … hair.
So then you said hi?
No, I touched his hair.
I did. And you know what? It’s soft. Just like you’d expect it to be.
You’re joking, right? You just went up and touched his hair.
I wish. I asked first.
That’s a little better.
I said, “You have really great hair. Can I touch it?”
Oh, Caitlyn, that’s hilarious! What did he do?
He leaned over and let me touch it.
The rest is history.
Then he likes you?
You just said the rest was history, like it’s the end of the story. So it’s not?
Well, that was a month ago. So much has happened.
You went on a date with him?
It was nothing. We just watched a movie at his apartment.
Well, yeah, alone. It was a date … I think.
You mean you don’t know?
It seemed like a date. He flirted.
And he walked me back to campus.
Did he try to hold your hand?
Then it wasn’t a date.
He could be a prude.
Yeah, right. Did he know that you liked him? On the date, I mean.
Oh yeah, it was pretty clear. Lots of signals.
But he didn’t hold your hand?
Then he doesn’t like you.
I told you.
But there’s more, isn’t there?
Well, that happened two weeks ago, so yeah, there’s more.
He called me.
The next day. He called me just to talk.
Oh, guys never do that.
Surely he must like you.
I thought he did. When he called me, I was sure of it.
Then what changed?
Well, he gave me the cake.
He gave me the cake Thursday, then yesterday we talked. We DTR’d. I told him I liked him. I told him I liked his hair and his smile and the way he says his vowels.
Then how’d he respond? What’d he say?
He said, “Huh.” He just brushed it off, like it was nothing.
That doesn’t mean anything.
Of course it does. It means everything.
So are you sad?
What’re you going to do with the cake?
Eat it, I guess.