But I grabbed my phone at 9:45 and didn't want to inconvenience you by calling early so I set the phone down then picked it up again at 9:47 and decided it was still too early. At 9:53 I felt it really shouldn't be before 9:55 because I told you 10. At 9:57 I realized it might seem desperate to call you before the time I'd said. At 9:59 I panicked at the thought of what to say when you pick up and had to do some self- calming meditation. At 10:00 my thumb hovered over the button, but I didn't want to seem desperate to talk to you and thought you would think I'm a dork for calling right on time. At 10:01 I bounced between feeling like an asshole for making you wait and not wanting to seem desperate because your clock might not be past 10:00 yet. At 10:02 I again panicked about what to say when you pick up and had to again soothe myself with a mantra I'm too embarrassed to share. At 10:03 I couldn't tell if I was too late or fashionably late and if you thought me trying to be fashionably late would seem like I'm trying to hard and besides I still didn't have a clue what I should say when you pick up because "Hi I think you're cool and want you to like me so much that I would do anything for you if you asked," suddenly it was 10:07 and I realized I'd been an asshole because I said 10 and now it is way past that. I spent another 5 minutes debating thousands of scenarios so I could make sure you knew I wasn't late because I didn't want or try to be on time. Now I've decided it would be best to never see you again because couldn't bear the emotional fallout of explaining this all to you, so now I'm looking up apartments and train tickets to Toronto