"What!?" I sputtered. Did he just ask me to move in with him. I barely knew him.
"Well, my apartment's huge, and I want some company. I know it might seem sudden. But I could really use some friendship. Derek was my best friend, and he left. And Addison followed. I'm lonely. And you look lonely. And I thought. Hey, we can be lonely together." He explained.
"I don't know. Me lonely plus you lonely doesn't sound like a good mix. I'm not moving to New York so that I can gather up a whole new set of issues." I reasoned.
"I'm not asking you to. I just need a friend. The offer is on the table, here's my cell number. Call me if you accept. I've got a plane to catch." And with that, he was gone. Leaving me to think, which was rarely a good thing.
What if I did move in with him? It would be something new, and he didn't seem like he was interested in me sexually. Which I didn't need. What I did was a friend in New York. The transition was going to be hard without someone to talk to. And Mark would know exactly what I was going through.
So I'd made my decision. I was moving in with Mark Sloan. I was starting a new chapter in my life, with a new friend, a new room-mate, and a new city. Things were going to get better. I would make sure of it. I figured I would call him as soon as my plane landed in New York. I didn't want to call him too soon, because I wanted to appear aloof.
I glanced at my watch. It was time to go. My new life was beginning. And what an awesome start it was.
As I walked briskly through the airport, I smiled. This was good.
The clerk asked for my boarding pass and I gladly handed it over. Leaving Seattle behind felt strangely nice. Like a weight was being lifted off of my shoulders.
As I found my seat I noticed a familiar head of hair. A head of hair I'd seen not too long ago walking away from in an airport bar. What were the strange and incalculable odds that our seats would be next to each other. The Fates were laughing at us tonight.
I guess I wouldn't have to keep him waiting about my decision after all.
"Hey. Funny seeing you here." I said, by way of greeting.
"I pulled a few strings to make sure I had the seat next to yours. I figured if you weren't going to move in with me I could use this time to persuade you." He explained.
"Oh. I was wondering what the odds were of us randomly getting a seat together."
"Astronomical." He confirmed. "Have you decided?"
"About what?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"Being my room-mate?" he answered.
"Oh, that. I haven't given it too much thought. But it probably couldn't hurt to try it out. To be honest I could use a friend too. I managed to screw up all my friendships with one stupid mistake. Which wasn't all my fault, by the way. It takes two people to make inappropriate sexual decisions. And now I'm rambling. I do that when I'm nervous. Which I don't know why I'm nervous…."
"Okay. I think I get the point. Your life is dark and twisty. Join the club." He cut me off.
"Would you mind if we didn't talk anymore? I'm a little drunk and more than a little tired and I really just want to sleep." I changed the subject. Talking about me being dark and twisty is not the best way to start a relationship. Besides dark and twisty was an understatement. I'm scary and damaged.
"Sure. You can sleep."
But I only vaguely registered him answering. I was off to dream world. I hope I don't snore. That might be embarrassing.