Eric couldn't help himself. He texted Mona first thing the next morning.
"Hey! Last night was great. Looking forward to Friday. Where do you want to go?"
He immediately kicked himself. He sounded so cheesy, desperate, and a bit dumb if he was honest with himself. There was no response. Of course there was no response. He groaned and rolled over in bed.
"Date go well last night?" Kevin asked from his desk. Having a roommate wasn't ideal, but Kevin was alright.
"Yeah, it was interesting. She's a bit on the pushy side, but I think I like it."
"Older women. They know what they want. Who knows why it's you she wants, but better lucky than good, right?"
"Something like that." Eric tried to think of something else, anything to get rid of his morning wood. He didn't exactly feel lucky, and considered taking care of this little problem in the shower. Mona's instructions gave him pause. Friday was only a few days away. Maybe waiting would be worth it.
Mona didn't text until the next day: "the new sushi place on cedar i'll pick you up at 6" Brief, to the point, and not inviting further conversation. This time discretion won out and Eric chose not to respond.
Thursday afternoon, Eric was back in the library trying to study, but failing miserably. He had been up late watching porn, decidedly not jerking off, and was daydreaming about Mona.