Well, we still haven’t totally decided on where we’re meeting (OK…we did, but then he sent me an e-mail and said he’d prefer to go somewhere else. I replied late last night–around the same time I posted here. I’ve not yet gotten a response.)
In the meantime, it’s hot and humid here, and I’ve been walking around and doing work things all day. I have an appointment at 4, and it’s going to run about an hour to an hour and a half, which cuts it pretty close.
So now I have to go home, do some quick-o laundry and/or find something else to wear, stat (like I said, something that doesn’t look like it’s been through the lab-stain boogie), and try to get a hold of the guy.
I tried to call him, but he was out. So I got the answering machine. I don’t deal all that well with answering machines and voicemail in English, let alone in Spanish. I ended up apologizing partway through and leaving a message in English.
Great. So now I look stupid AND I have a dead marmoset on my head.
This does not bode well.
Thanks for your good wishes. I will certainly tell everyone how it comes out.
Payne–I think Jessity was joking. There’s no way he’s on the boards. Or, wait…he’s a definite geek. Maybe he is. But I doubt that Jessity would know who he is. Jessity, if you weren’t joking (I think you were, but you never know…), and you do know who he is, please send me an e-mail and tell me.
And as far as the dead muskrat thing goes–we had thunderstorms today, so it was very humid. My hair curls up to the point of total frizballness. (Is “frizzballness” a word? I’m not sure.) So instead of having a dead marmoset or muskrat, I had a moribund French poodle. It was a serious improvement. (Actually, my hair didn’t look half-bad. Getting lots of little tight ringlets is one of the advantages–probably the only advantage–of living in a relatively damp climate.) And, no, I didn’t get it cut again. I had too many other things to do.
And now, for something completely (well, no, not really) different:
I just got back from doin’ the coffee thing. It was a fun discussion, and the vast majority of it was in English. (Like I said–my Spanish is pretty middling, and his spoken English rocks completely. I was kind of relieved, too, because I was still tired from having spent a lot of the morning hacking through conversation in Spanish with some people whose English was truly minimal.) But I still don’t think it was a date. At least, I didn’t really get “date” vibes.
But he says he wants to do something this weekend. So that’s good. We’ll see how things go.
I don’t know this guy, I was just teasing! Although it would be neat if I did. . . but since I don’t know a whole lot of people in Columbus, I can positively say I don’t know him.
ANYWAY, glad to see it went pretty well and can’t wait to hear about the phone call and possible future get-together-plans.
Hmm…I’m getting discouraged, here. It’s nearly 5:00 on Sunday. So far, no phone call, no e-mail, no nothing from the guy.
I’m working right now (I just thought I’d check the SDMB–and especially this thread–while taking a break), but I’ll send him an e-mail later on tonight, when I’m back in the lab.
I’m thinking that I might have to settle for simple old friendship. But I really like him personally, and we have a lot in common, so even just hanging out with him would be good. But I won’t say that I don’t feel a bit disappointed.
Or, then again, maybe I had a good time and he didn’t. Maybe he doesn’t want to see me again, but told me he’d call when he really had no intention of doing so. (It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened to me.) I have no idea.
But there’s nothing to be gained in being neurotic about it. So enough already–back to work I go.
Don’t be anxious. He doesn’t want to seem too eager. He’s lying low, thinking about if he really wants to get involved. Be cool but available, but not too available.
So…for those of you who might still find this of interest–
I got a phone call from the guy about 5 minutes after I’d last posted in this thread. It turned out that he had had work-related problems (namely, his computer died) and that getting stuff together was taking longer than he’d planned.
I was a little ticked that he hadn’t called me earlier, but it wasn’t enough for me to give up on him.
We’ve gone out twice since, and things are going well. I like this guy…I like this guy a lot. And he seems to feel the same way about me. We both have the usual mixture of elation and fear that comes with a new relationship that has lots of potential.
So I think that we’re officially dating. And so far, so good.
