SF members who have met me know that I am a reserved person who talks little about my private life. But I thought this story was too good not to share.
I went to a holiday party last Saturday night. The hostess introduced me to a gorgeous blonde -- think actress January Jones. This girl and I got to talking, and I discovered that she was smart (government lawyer) and well-traveled, and had a bubbly personality. Throughout our conversation, she gave me little signs that she was interested; meanwhile, all I could think was "Why are you not running away yet?" and "I can't believe this is happening." Later on in the evening, she tracked me down to let me know she was leaving for another party and gave me a hug goodbye. Naturally, I asked for her number. She seemed eager to meet up again.
Fast forward to last night. I'm a traditionalist when it comes to dating, and believe that a man should always call up a woman to ask her out rather than texting, regardless of how nervous he is. As expected, I got her voicemail and left a rambling and inarticulate message about getting together before the end of the world on Friday, and being willing to take the chance that the Mayans got it wrong if she wasn't available until next week. Damn, it sounded much smoother in my head than it came out of my mouth. She didn't call back, and I'm thinking I totally crapped away my chance with this girl. Then I received a text message an hour ago from her telling me that she got my message, she's headed to Boston today, and we'll touch base next week.
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I have no idea where this is going. She may change her mind about meeting me again before next week, or she may FZ me after our meeting. All I know is that I'm on a high, and nothing's gonna bring me down. In a year where my beloved Redskins appear ready to reverse countless years of frustration, why can't my personal life do the same?
