Yeah, Well, Whatever

Oddly enough, after I emailed Ted yesterday and told him that I could not, in fact, get together Saturday he suddenly had to work Saturday morning anyway. Shocking, isn't it? I suspect that either he's full of it and is saving face or if he does actually have to work Saturday, he wasn't planning on telling me until Friday or something.

I haven't heard from Flyboy in a couple of days so I may have successfully ran him off. Although he was going back to work early this week, so who knows.

Tyler Durden is out of town, but has sent a couple of brief, although friendly, emails.

And ya'll? I guess I'm losing my nerve or something. Because even if he does suggest that get together, I don't think I want to. Know why? Because after we meet, if he's like every single other guy who I've met online, we'll communicate for another week, tops, before the emails will become more sporadic and impersonal before slowly, painfully halting for good.

I have a ferocious headache because I've been staring at the computer screen ALL MORNING. I've done a little writing, but mostly reading the archives at www.dooce.com. She is a great writer.