What a pleasant surprise.

So I was sort of disappointed today when I logged in to check my e-mail and didn't see a message from this guy I've been talking to online. We've been e-mailing back and forth for a few days, and I've been wondering whether or not he was going to ask me out. My theory was that if he was interested he would, unless he was too interested and then he would have already asked me out? I overthink these things, but I like to understand where people are coming from and what they are thinking. Thusfar, I've been good at weeding out the people who just want to get into my pants. (All you in your 40s with your midlife crisis mobiles, yes you, I'm on to you)

Anyway, the messages from this particular guy have been slowing down, so I started thinking that I either bored him or scared him away. I logged in to the dating site to see what this other guy had written to me, and there it was: the guy I liked had asked me out. I just didn't get an e-mail alert because it had been sent too late.

So now the ritual freak out begins. What do I wear? What do I say? Do I really like him enough? Do I even want to go? I mean a booze cruise is hardly my idea of a good time--me and drunk people don't get a long. Plus I don't even know where it is, and I don't want to be driving around some place I don't know at night by myself. Maybe I'll pass and offer an alternative. Coffee. Yes. That plan is looking better and better every second.