You cannot imagine my surprise when, the following day, as I am setting up my new blog and fiddling with fonts and templates, an email arrives, from Mr. Unusual.
“Feeling better” reads the subject line.
Very sorry about yesterday. Must have been a 24 hour flu. I slept all day.
Feeling better now. Having a good weekend?
Let me know what next Sunday looks like for you. I am out of town this week starting Tuesday and I have my son tomorrow for the holiday and the evening.
This all feels like a lie to me, but then again, I can understand someone having a panic attack or a bad day or whatever. He said he would follow up and he did: points for that.
Plus, his resume sounds really interesting. We could talk business for quite some time, I imagine. We’ve traveled to the same places. We both like the same kind of restaurants.
Maybe he could be a fun friend. Jesus, I’m not even divorced yet anyway. I really just want to kill some time here with someone who makes me feel – like I’m worth spending time with.
I decide to overlook the fact that text flaking is behavior that should generally be engaged in only by Community College Bleached Blondes, rather than Partners in impressive-sounding consulting companies. I reply:
Glad you are doing better.
Having a good weekend, actually. Ended up having brunch yesterday with some friends at the restaurant you suggested, which we enjoyed, so I should probably thank you for the recommendation. We found a fun pie place across the street as well. I’ve started reading a good book and am doing some writing as well.
Next Sunday should be fine. Meantime, safe travels.
I received no reply.