The Rolodex

I have a date with Dream Man on Friday night.  As you know, he had given me his card on Sunday while I was volunteering at the PMC.  I decided to wait until Monday evening to make contact.  I had been reading things online all day about how a guy who gives his card instead of getting a girl’s number is just copping out, and I was a little worried, but decided to go for it anyway.

We exchanged texts briefly on Monday night but after I had texted, he texted back, and I responded, I heard nothing from him for the rest of the night.  I was a little disappointed, but I figured it wouldn’t work out anyway because his texts don’t show up blue on my phone (indicating he is not an iPhone user — sad days).

He texted in the morning, while I was eating breakfast and away from my phone.  I came back to three messages from him:

1: Sorry, was out with a former client last night.

2: Know that I don’t make a habit of asking beautiful women out by plunking my card down on a table… But I didn’t want to crash the massage tent and interrupt the best thing that guy had all day.

3: That said, I would love to catch up over drinks some night soon.

Jesus.  I’m in love.  Anyway, after determining that we will be going out on Friday night, he asked, “Show me around [your town]?  Or maybe you’d rather hit the city?”

I said, “Let’s hit the city…take me to your favorite place!”

Hours later (it seems to me that this relationship will not be highly based on text messaging - which is good!), he said, “Done.  I’ve got a plan…”

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Also, my besty looked him up on LinkedIn and told me yesterday — he was born in 1978!!!  He is eleven years older than I am!  Holy moly.  I have no issue with it, I hope he doesn’t either.  I will post about the date later.

In other news, I have a terrible sunburn.  I never get these.  I’m so embarrassed.