He said:

Currently waiting outside a girl’s house picking her up for a date. It’s been 15 minutes since I called to tell her I’m outside. Oh she’s out of the door coming towards the car.
She’s just got into the car and I’m pretending that I’m writing a text and that I wasn’t just sitting here doing nothing. Just fake smiled as if I’m reading something funny. She’s apologising for being late, I’m pretending I don’t care and was doing stuff anyway…. Perfect – I look cool. Thank you. Gtg.

She said:

Do you ever get the feeling you are waiting for something? Not in an obvious way. Not like how everyone says, stop waiting for a job or a man or the number 22 bus and just go and make it happen. I feel I have worked hard enough to obtain the main components that make up my meagre existence and I’m ,overall, pretty satisfied. I mean waiting for an answer. The answer. I feel as though a neon sign in the sky (that kind of looks like a light installation floating on a fluffy white cloud) is making its way toward me – when it finally arrives, it will explain everything. Namely, it will say, hopefully in bright pink, this is what you are supposed to do! Underneath will be an arrow, pointing at whatever it is I am supposed to do. Some might think what torture, sitting around, twiddling your thumbs, hoping for a sign. But think of the alternative..no sign at all. Are we really expected to make our way through life with no sense of direction at all? I know we have the law, and religion (and let’s face it.. TV) to guide us. But what if that’s just not good enough? What if I need more than that? What I really want is a sense of purpose. Where does one acquire such a thing? Answers on the back of a postcard please…I’ll be here, waiting.