I finally wrote to that law student, Wilson, who my shrink had reminded me about. I don't know if you remember, but he was someone who contacted me online. Things were getting really hot and heavy, on a written level. But I don't like maintaining pen pal relationships (unless you're in jail or a political prisoner)and I had decided it was time to call or get off the dating site. As I explained, I had made up my mind and planed to do "some gender bending role reversal and ask him if he wants to engage in some digital sex and exchange numbers. We arranged for a time to talk. And that time... is tonight.So I'm about to talk to him. I have to admit, I'm not overly eager. He seems cool, but there is something he does that really bothers me. OK, maybe I'm being too picky, but he uses the word "well"... well... a lot. For instance, in our phone call planning e-mail he wrote
Hi! It's _____ from ________ How are you? Well here's my number, _____ and well, I wanted to know when you would be free to talk. Well that's all, hope you
have a nice day today, and well, talk soon!
Well, that's really what it said. So I guess I'll try giving him a call. And if his wells are overwhelming, I can always pretend my battery died. Well, I'll let you know how it goes!
No comments:
Post a Comment