I see him. My chest hurts. Danger, body says danger. He smiles. He says my name. He asks for my number again. He does have guts I stick to my guns. I type on my computer. I barely look up as I tell him no. Its not that I’m interested. Its not that I’m not. Not sure if it is my gut. Not positive its not a false alarm. So I type. I continue to type. I type them all away. No, okay?