What If He Doesn't Like Me?

Christopher

“Not so much,” I argued. “When you kick off a new semester, it’s all new faces. You don’t know anyone, and yet you get up there and deliver some of the best lectures I’ve ever heard. I’m old. Trust me, I’ve heard a lot.”

She giggled, her cheeks turning a little red. “It’s different because I love Greek mythology. I feel comfortable talking about the subject because I know it so well.”

“I suppose, but I have to tell you, your life experience has given you insight into other things as well. I find you an absolute fountain of comfort and reason. You’ve helped me more in the last month than any of the professional therapists I’ve paid a lot of money to. They always had some canned, generic responses to my questions. You have genuine, heartfelt advice that resonates deep inside me.”

“Compliments and flattery will get you everywhere,” she quipped.

“I’m only speaking the truth.”

“Thank you. It means a lot coming from you. I’m glad I could be there for you and say the right things