Page 75 of Almost Not Quite Engaged

I’m in India! And you clever Harpy, you figured out my riddle.

You texted me. You little minx. I knew you’d break first. Well, here we are. My immediate solution, not exactly direct contact but indeed not reliant on the postal service. Pregnancy rumor, fingers crossed it’s a fake boy. To find out where I am, read all the posts I’ve been working on while trying to get this up and running! Write back NOW! Or just keep reading. I’ll know you were in here. Once you write I’ll upload all my saved posts.

Z

I jump back as a new post appears. He’s writing right now.

India leaving in about an hour.

Good morning, Ms. Taylor.

Nice to hear from you. Take a picture of yourself right now, something I can use tonight. Wink wink.

Mr. Jackson

Not writing back. Freaking out he’s doing this in real time. I’ll cozy down to read them all later then answer him.

Delhi, India.

Sitting on a roof of an unreal red building, one that seems oppressed but radiant anyway. Shot the streets from above. Overwhelming buzz of so many people. A constant din. Children and women with stained hands from work in dye pots wander about. They look like confetti that dots the streets below as they move among the crowd. No tree carving in Delhi, just life. Left a mark on me instead: henna tattoo. Says zj+kt. [Insert Photo}

What if I called you Aggie? Maybe that’s who you are.

Zane

Yeah. My head and heart shouldn’t flutter at that shit. It shouldn’t need to hear from him.

India, Jaipur. The Pink City

Kat

The pink city is pink. The color of your cheeks after our day hiking in Hawaii, or your blushing from the helicopter ride when I touched your hand. Palace of Winds is strong and delicate, could crumble at any second. Standing on top feels unsteady and exhilarating. Sun is scorching hot. The buildings continue to bake long after sunset. My favorite in India so far. It’s peaceful and beautiful. Gandhi makes a little more sense here than in the chaos of Delhi.

Exhaling Zen.

(Get it? Zen not Zane?)

That’s it for now. I read again and drift back to sleep looking at my half packed duffle and new boots I need to wear in.

I’ve got all my stuff together and now it’s simply a matter of going. He’s blogged again but this isn’t reporting, it’s an invitation to a conversation.

Mumbai! I’m in Mumbai! For another couple of minutes.

K

First post that’s actually today. I freaked you out, didn’t I, when I answered you. Get used to it, baby, more immediate contact! I’m headed to Seychelles in an hour or so. So remote and out of the way, I’m excited. We’re shooting for three days in seven different locations on different islands. This place is so hard to get to. We’re trying to make it worthwhile. I like that I’ll be at a beach resort for that long. Gonna grab some Chai and kick back and wait for you to answer me.

Z

There’s one more that’s just popped up. I don’t know if he knows I’m on the blog right now or not. I do hope he does and there’s another part of me that has no idea what the hell this all means. We had great sex, but it’s supposed to be fake. He must be lonely on the road, and I’m the outlet.

Seychelles, Dhevatara Beach Hotel.

Kat

Come On! I’m writing twice in one day. Still no answer. Been thinking about you more than anticipated. Birdie likes you A LOT. I’m sure you’re getting it worse than I am. The beauty of this resort is making me a bit nostalgic. Flowers, thick and lush, much like Hawaii. It’s 8 a.m. and it’s hopeful, as you would say. You should come here, take your clothes off, and take pictures of the flowers while I watch. Too much?

Zane