Dear Guy at the Next Table, Part 4

Dear Guy at the Next Table,

Well now I guess you’re “Guy Across the Table.” This seems to be going really well. We’re actually getting along great, which I did not expect. I honestly thought you might turn out to be a jerk or I would say something super stupid in the first few minutes and send you heading for the door. But somehow you are incredibly nice and I have actually managed not to put my foot in my mouth. I’m sure that will change very soon.

Your name is Adam. I always liked that name. I actually had an imaginary friend named Adam when I was little. I am trying so hard to not tell you that, but I think I might crack soon. That’s usually how this happens; I think of something I shouldn’t say and then I can’t think of anything else, so that thing I don’t want to say ends up being the thing that I do say. So here’s hoping I can keep this lovely façade of sanity going through at least this date, because I actually really like you. You’re probably out of my league, but I’d like to find out the hard way. I’d like to see how long this might last.

Guy from the Corner Table