tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10971908.post-1119450380787201512005-06-22T09:15:00.000-05:002005-06-22T09:26:20.816-05:00What to do about Alan? Yesterday, I thought about emailing him and claiming I didn't make myself clear in the last email, that I never intended to imply I wanted sex. Now I think it's too late to put that snake back in the can. I know it sounds crazy, but maybe I'll be honest:<br /><br />"Hi, Alan--Sorry I didn't return your call yesterday. I have to tell you, I'm pretty mortified and have been since I hit the Send button on that email. Listening to you recap it on my voicemail made me realize how absurd it was.<br /><br />As you can probably tell, I'm not usually that forward, at least not this early on. I blame my moment of brazenness on a book I'm reading, the memoirs of a 66-year-old woman who placed an ad saying she wanted to have lots of sex with a man she liked before her 67th birthday. I guess her brutal honesty inspired a moment of temporary insanity in me. While I love the idea of a tryst with someone I barely know, I don't know that I'd actually be able to follow through.<br />I could, however, follow through on having that person over to my place to get to know each other in a more relaxed setting--say, with takeout and drinks. I think it's hard to get know someone on those early dinner and lunch dates--they just seem too artificial, you know? So maybe you'd be up for that some time.<br /><br />Well, I'm going to work out and then I'm off for a day with my sister--lunch and a movie in Evanston. Hope I haven't freaked you out too much!"<br /> <br />That's not too bad. I'll give it some more thought while I run, but I'll probably send it.<br />***<br />Joe called while I was running. I must be interested in him because I actually stopped mid-run to answer the phone. We talked for 15 minutes or so, until my sister called on the other line. Good conversation, plenty of laughs, and I realized again that I was smiling the whole time. We spent some time discussing our Christmases with our respective families. I probably shouldn't have mentioned how I need to "find a husband" by next Christmas, if only to even out the grab bag situation. Despite that, Joe asked me out for Friday night, my first date of 2004. He claims his cold is lingering, though, so I don't want to get ahead of myself. You never know until the guy shows up, I've learned. <br /><br />In the meantime, I'll send Alan my email. I'm not sure why I'm even bothering—I still don't have any real interest in him, beyond the fact that he's a living, breathing man who for some inexplicable reason is (or was) interested in me. Well, again, I'm not committing to anything.Bemusednoreply@blogger.com