Friday he sent me an email. "I can't wait to meet you on
Sunday" he says and then adds, "Can you send me another photo – I’ve
stared at all of your photos on the site and I can't wait to see more of
send him another picture - only in this pic, my hair is curly - not straight.
It's cute. And I tell him I'll meet him on Sunday.
And the next morning, I wake up to an email from him. And I
quote " Yeah, I don't really feel any physical chemistry to you so, if you
still want to meet for lunch, maybe we can just be friends? If so, Sunday at 2 pm."
I replied with 3 sentences, " Sure. Sunday. 2 pm."
STRIKE ONE: I want to see for myself - in person - just what a
jerk this open-minded, spiritually-enlightened person is for myself. Talk about
making a judgment before even seeing me in person! I like that restaurant. I
like to shop in that area. And, I can use him as a wing-man as I work the room
searching for a guy with manners and respect for me. GAME ON! I will level him,
Dating is like playing chess. The Queen controls the board. I am
the Queen, heh heh...
Today is the day. Sunday. I’m getting ready to go and VOILA – an EMAIL
flies in from this guy, Angus – asking for a rain check. He’s tired. His
brother was in the hospital all night with cramps, and HE’S so exhausted from
waiting at the hospital overnight, and he needs a nap. STRIKE 2! An email? That deserves a phone call.
But hey, he says he’ll call me tonight.
It’s after 8 pm. My cut-off time for phone calls is 9 pm.