I just got off the phone with Writer Guy (who, by the way, really needs a new nickname. Writer Guy is just so generic, you know? And it sounds kind of dismissive, and I don’t mean that at all). He’s sick, and he cancled our date for tonight, and I have some thoughts.
Thought 1: I’m disappointed. This may sound not worth noting, but I assure you that it is. I’m outgoing, I tell stories, I laugh, I know how to work a room, so folks never believe me when I say that I’m an introvert. But I am, and I’m telling you that I barely look forward to spending time with the people I’ve known and loved my whole life, let alone someone I’m just getting to know. So being disappointed – instead of secretly relieved – that I’m not going to see Writer Guy tonight? A big deal. Huh, I said to myself as I put down the phone, maybe I really like him.
Thought 2: I need to call my own bluff and start hedging my bets. (Plus, I need to stop using so many idioms.) You know what I said about not being motivated to try to meet other guys, and how it totally wasn’t because I was getting all smoopie about Writer Guy? Yeah, pretty sure that I’m lying to myself. And his canceling the date made me think, gee, what if he’s just making an excuse to get out of it? So I’m officially back in personal-ad mode. Look for more on that soon.