I rarely get excited or nervous about dating anymore. After all, what's to get excited about? Meeting one train wreck after another has given me interesting stories, but not much faith in this whole 'dating' thing.
I can't say my faith has improved any, but I've realized I must like eharmony guy (Hmmm..... I should get a better nickname for him... Let's call him Atlas. (it has to do with his job.) more than I thought I did.
Why? Because normally I don't care if I don't get a call back or an email... I just move on. (Which, frankly is what ya gotta do in these modern times. Awkward co-worker--mentioned in a post below-- and a beautiful, not-so-awkward- co-worker, have both gotten hung up on online people abruptly breaking off communication. Really, it's nothing personal, and you have to take it that way. It may not be nice, but it's the shark-infested dating pool we've got.)
But with Atlas... I sent him an email on Friday, and.... He didn't respond. And He didn't respond... and he didn't respo--- Oh! Wait. Yes he did. Phew... On Sunday.
So, that may be a perfectly reasonable time lapse for email communication. (After all, he spent the weekend hiking.) But, I was more surprised by my own reaction to it. Ugh. This must mean that I am actually hopeful because I actually like him.
This cannot end well.
We're going out on Friday.