I Like Him

He is a director, putting on his first show this summer on his own. He asked me to bake pies for it, things had been going well. I guess he still liked me. Why would he not ask me if he didn’t like me? But when I asked if he needed help setting up and he said yes, and then he asked at midnight that night if he could borrow four hundred dollars I got nervous. I had lent money to a friend, who was a heroin addict and used me for that reason, the high that she needed. I lent money to a man I loved, and he never paid me back. I had made a promise to never do that again. But standing infront of me, he wasn’t either of those people. We had known each other not even two months, but I knew he was a good man. An honest man, I could tell you that. And he paid me a little back (sometimes a little can go a long way). And he still likes me. And I still like him.