There's no I in "Me" 

"Hey There Sexy." I smile at the face in the mirror. He smiles back. Yeah, we're cool.

It's been a long time since I've been called sexy. I thought I deserved it. The last time somebody said it with any sincerity, I was in junior high. Ok, I take that back. In junior high the guy who said it was talking to the girl behind me. Still, that didn't stop me from thanking him. It was good to hear.

"$%&@ you, Boyd! I was talking to the girl behind you."

See? I told you.

I glanced over my shoulder then look back at him, "You stand a better chance with me. Buy me dinner. We'll see."

I'm easy, but I'm not cheap. The bastard never did by me dinner. That's ok, he never got the girl either. I don't think he even tried. Sometimes all it takes is a "Hello." I've never found it to be that easy, but that's what the pretty people tell me. They don't say hello to me though. Go figure.

I do. I'm talking to the guy in the mirror right now. I lick my lips. I know what he likes. "Let's say you, me get together for some Mexican."

"We're going to put on a show for him, like in college?"

No! and we were drunk in college! Stop bringing that up!" Sometimes my reflection can be so obtuse, "I'm thinking dinner."

"We're going to eat him? I thought that was illegal in this state?"

Now he's being stupid. I turn my back and walk away. So does he. He doesn't take rejection well.

Ir's ok. I know he'll come back. Next time I'm in the bathroom he'll be there: hovering over me. Weirdo.

I also know he'll join me for dinner. I'll look in the rearview, and there he'll be. I'm getting used to him. We talk a lot. I never knew how much we had in common. It's true, we like the same music, watch the same movies, we even work the same hours! I know! It's like we're stalking each other. I just wish he'd learn how to dress.

I do admire his dedication though. I haven't had anyone stick with me as long as he has, and he's put up with me a lot more than anyone else. I'm self deprecating and self destructive, and he doesn't mind. He just shakes his head, and then the next time I go to the bathroom, there he is--staring.

Ok so maybe I do need to get out more. He says the same thing. That's why we're going out for dinner tonight. I saw a review for a local Mexican restaurant and I thought I'd check it out. Why not? It gets me out of the house, right? Besides, every time I look in the mirror, he's the only one there. It's time to stop waiting for somebody else to appear. I need to treat the people who are there right, right?

So tonight we're going out for dinner and intelligent conversation. I'd cut a few roses for me, but I couldn't do it without me watching. I like surprises. I should probably think of something though. I mean I should come with gifts, right? I need to impress me. I've seen all my other tricks.

"Is that your card?"

I'm nervous too. What if I don't like me? We've always gotten along, but this is a new thing for us. It was always work and no play. This is us seeing how we get along having fun. Can we do it? I hope so.

I think when we're done, we'll come back to my place. I've set things up for a little late night Wii bowling. Depending on how things go, maybe I'll let me win. We'll see. I need to just let things happen...