Wait and See

I didn't have time to give a full update yesterday, so here's what happened. I'd told Jeff (turns out, that's his name) Sunday that I would let him know by mid day Monday if I could meet him for a beer Monday night. He said that would be fine, looking forward to meet you, blah blah blah. Then he asked if I had any experience, and I told him basically no, and asked if he did. I didn't get a response.

Okay, no big deal, he probably got caught up in things at home, with his girlfriend or daughter or whatever. I get that, it happens to me too. I have to keep these types of emails with other people secret too, and if the wife is around it's hard to even read what someone sent me much less respond.

So around 10 a.m. I'd gotten a decent cover story, cleared with the wife that I'd be going out for a while after dinner, and sent Jeff an email saying if we were still on I'd be able to meet if the weather held and the roads were clear. By 3 p.m. I still hadn't heard back from him, so I sent another email saying it looked like the weather should be okay and everything was go on my end.

Around 4 he sent saying the weather had caused him problems with work that he had to get cleared up (I don't know what he does exactly except he said he's in the auto industry and sells directly to dealerships). He asked if there was another day that would work for me. I said Wednesday or Thursday the same time, and I have all day Friday off so we could even meet for lunch if he wanted. As of this morning, he still hasn't responded.

So we'll see. It's starting to feel like this is going to be another promising match that's going to fall through, though I hope I'm wrong. I'd like to at least get past the first hurdle of meeting a guy, never mind where it takes us from there. Hopefully he'll respond later today and we'll setup another date. But just out of mule-headed stubbornness, I won't send him another email until I get one from him. Damned if I'm going to act like some desperate idiot. I mean you guys know better, but he doesn't have to.

On a lighter note, here's one of the pictures I sent Jeff to give him an idea of my body shape. Not my finest moment in the dick department, but I'm a grower not a show-er. Fortunately I sent a better dick picture, and he was dutifully impressed.

At least there's not a turd floating in the bowl.

And I'll tell you like I told him: don't give me shit about being a Cowboys fan; I hear it enough from my family. I would have taken the shirt off, but I didn't want my moobs to show.