| Friday August 23rd 2002 Maybe it isn't a good idea for me to leave evidence I've been poking around online on a Friday evening, for what it might imply about my social life. Ah, what the hell - what can it possibly imply that I'm not blatantly stating anyway? Dry spells and wet spells, in a never-ending series; no sooner do I say 'no prospects' than from almost no where I meet someone online I'm looking forward to meeting in person (yes, this one's in Ottawa). I've extended my invitation for us to meet one another, so we'll see how this goes; we're both have 'just friends' online ads, so it shouldn't be too rough. But she's apparently worth my feeling paranoia about for worrying I offended her - I was logged on, she messaged me, but I had my back turned to the monitor and didn't notice until after she was gone :( So I had my 'she hates me now' episode ... breathed deep ... reminded myself we're only proposing friendship right now anyway ... and remained nervous about it anyway, dammit! Funny how we began talking - I messaged her out of the blue, trying to get a live female perspective about that Nice Guy site, and she was actually helpful - as opposed to 'who is this nut?' - which is what I was betting my cards on, post-message sending. Honest - had no plan beyond that. Now here I am, wondering if I've offended her ... We're talking a matter of a few scant days here, where I can go from not knowing someone exists to being this concerned about what they're thinking. Pretty amazing, if you think about it. JM's finally going rollerblading with me, unless she pulls another fast one on me - 11AM tomorrow. We're totally relentless to each other by email at work: "I'm outta here in half an hour!" "I'm stuck till 4:30! Why rub in my face - why why why!" "Yeah, I'm kind of a bitch that way!" "Only that way?" "Ouch!" "Cheer up - you rock and you know it! See you tomorrow." Last time we arranged rollerblading she ran off to the Niagra region with her sister at the last minute instead: "See you tomorrow - call if you can't make it!!!" "Sure, what's your number in Niagara Falls?" "lmao!!" Thus it goes. JM rocks. I was scrounging around my apartment looking for my east coast trip pictures - clearly I've hidden them in that very safe place known as The Last Place I Will Ever Think To Look. Shouldn't be this hard, my apartment's pretty orderly. Can't figure it out yet, but when I do I'll stick a couple on here for my wonderful fans ... yeah you, stop blushing ;) |