Diet Coke Dealer and I have had two sleepovers since I’ve been back. I (hardly) helped him install his air conditioner, and he volunteered to fold and put away my jeans while I was last-minute tidying. I told my boss about him on Friday because he had recently told her dad about me, so I had to get in front of that. She was appropriately astonished, but not upset; I’m actually just one of many crazy coincidences between the two of them.
He’s mentioned a few times that I should come to his family’s Cape Cod house, so we’ll see if that ends up happening—I’ll be just a ferry ride away when I’m on Martha’s Vineyard for 4th of July. In the meantime, I’m waiting (pretty patiently, if I do say so myself) to see if he’s capable of reaching out to plan a date.