July 5, 2012
The bologna sandwich was nothing special. I tasted the mayonnaise that I spread over the swiss cheese earlier, but it lacked zest. "It needs more mustard," I told Jonathon,before took another call. His voice has a lulling aspect to it, which I find attractive. He's receptive and open with me, and I would date him. But Tuesday when he mentioned he would be at a Tigers game on the 4th, I was no longer sure about his preferences. So I listened to his soft-spoken advice as I ate, breathing in the whisps of steam from my paper cup.