Enough to Miss Christmas

"You have to pick the day's agenda and the burger stand. I don't know any of those places. What can you do for fifty dollars?"

I thought about it. "I was a history major. Boston is rich with important sites. Better yet, let's visit Salem. I was in a play about the witch trials in high school and I've never been there."

Plans agreed, that was what we did. I stocked up on some duds while praying to the credit card god. I was near my max after funding my move from Alaska while being between jobs for nearly a month. After visiting Walmart and changing clothes back in my flower-stinky hotel room, we were on our way.

It was obvious Paul had little interest in centuries' old happenings but he was accommodating to me and not once offered to exceed the allotted amount. Many of the available attractions charged a fee so we were limited in our historical site visits. I was one who'd set the max, and I was disinclined to broaden it. Lunch was a tad difficult but we made do with a pair of overcooked hot dogs.

The day was unseasonably warm which made a stroll of the ancient streets agreeable. Paul took my hand as we followed a tourist map of the old city. We were resting on a park bench when he asked an unexpected question. His serious tone surprised me.

"Will you let me see you after you return to Virginia?"

"I'd like that," I answered without hesitation, and then added, "if you behave." He seemed pleased but didn't elaborate. I felt compelled to clarify.

"You said you travel frequently. If you find yourself in the Washington area, it would be nice to get together. There's a lot to see and do there," I added, "without spending a fortune. I just hope you wouldn't be bored."

A cluster of pigeons strolled about, looking for a handout. Paul was silent until a small boy ran by and chased them away. "I'm not sure how to say this without putting my foot in my mouth but I do want to see you. This may have been a bit of a game so far. I realize we just met but I'm serious." He looked at me. "Not too fast and I'll try and keep my wallet in check if that's what you want, but I want you in my life."

His statement made me uncomfortable and I began to feel the first prickle of a panic attack. Up until now, we had sparred over his control and cavalier attitude. Even when he'd tried to convince me to remain two days in Boston and he confessed inexperience dating. I wasn't sure I believed him. Now, something in his earnestness frightened me. I began to answer but he stopped me. "At least admit there's a mutual attraction. Be honest. That's all I ask."