Last night I gave Josh a taste of his own medicine. Nat, Arie and I went out to dinner and then we went to Dairy Queen for dessert. When we walked in I saw Josh sitting there with Kelly, Molly and a bunch of Kelly’s friends. I went over and said “hello” and then went and ordered my blizzard (chocolate chip cookie dough…yum!)

We sat across the room at a table where I had the perfect view of Josh. It wasn’t something I had planned, but when Natalie and Arie both went to the restroom at the same time, I pulled out the cell phone and called Josh’s number. I watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw the smile on his face when he saw my number. He flipped open his phone and looked at me as he said “hello.”

I said, “Having fun over there?” He grinned back at me in a way that I haven’t seen in a long time and said, “I am now.” I told him that he should ditch his friends and meet Natalie, Arie and I to play mini golf. He said something like, “I just might do that.”

We hung up the phone then and I left with Natalie and Arie. As soon as we got in the car I started to freak out. I couldn’t believe I did that. At the time it seemed like I good idea, but afterwards I was afraid that he’d think I was crazy. Which, in and of itself, is crazy, because I have done a lot of nutty things for the guy and he’s still around, so I don’t know why I was such a mess.

We got to the miniature golf place and I was upset because I didn’t think Josh was coming. Natalie was trying to reason with me. Finally she said, “Nicole, I’m sure he’s -” and then she paused, smiled and pointed “right over there.” I turned around and saw him walking towards us. He smiled at me and said hi and I knew that the real Josh had showed up.

Miniature golf was fun. Josh won. Of course. I said good-bye to Arie and Nat after that and Josh drove me home. We were talking about things at work until we pulled up in front of his house. I was getting ready to head for my house when he stopped me. He told me that he was sorry for not being a better student for the East Coast Swing. I told him not to worry – that the Rhumba was our chance to make things right. He gave me a hug then and all my worries about the competition melted away.