College Ed and I are hanging out again tomorrow night. We’ve been emailing back and forth since Sunday, after he volunteered some details regarding his weekend in Rhode Island in an email. I took that to mean he wanted to start a conversation and took things into my own hands.
I shot back a quick email with some mundane details and ended it with “Sounds like a busy week for you too. Best of luck getting everything done, and let me know if you’ll have time to hang out :)”
His response: “Hanging out would be good. I have a dinner Tuesday night until 9 but nothing afterwards… other nights are shot with random events and/or work.”
I jumped up and danced a little jig in front of my mirror.
I’ve been walking around all day today wanting to jump up and click my heels out of joy, but then I remind myself that there’s nothing concrete to click my heels over. In fact, I don’t really know where he stands on me. Interest, yes, but as much as my interest in him?
Sigh, this could actually end very very badly…
3 comments:
This is my favorite part of life. Enjoy!
He's taking the one free sliver of time in his week and giving it over to you. Trust me, he's interested.
And, a jig? Pix - no, wait, video! - or it didn't happen!
But I confirmed the "date" 10 hours ago, asked a clarifying question (where to meet), and still no response from him.......
must. stop. over. analyzing.
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