And did I mention scared?
Courage, my girl! Remember, it's just an email.
Did he ask questions you could answer? Is he local? Couls you ask him if he's been X place or Y museum, or something you love that could start a conversation?
Also, I don't know who I am to give advice. I married a guy I met at 17. If I had to date now, I'd probably crawl into a cave.
Hmmm... I haven't replied to a online personals ad in a while. Usually I resort to my off-the-wall humor. So if the woman isn't charmed, at least she'll be confused....
Oh yeah, brenda, just do it! Send the email! It's no big thing, I swear
I'm wearing a scarf I haven't in over a year and....I must've been wearing perfume last time I wore it. Except, it doesn't smell like any perfume or smelly that I own. It's distracting. It's not as if my scarves have secret lives or something.
Maybe you have a secret life.
Brenda, you've got nothing to lose. Go do it. Say anything.
Flea, you've made me want to proof my room for things I don't want seen after my demise. Except I'm boring enough to not have anything like that.
I had strange but not-quite-depressing dreams about stuff that's kept me on tenterhooks for days. Brains are silly.
It's not as if my scarves have secret lives or something.
Like they'd tell you if they did. It is called a
secret
life for a reason.
I have a blueberry scone!
Well... had.
Did it have the emotional maturity of Sunnydale!Wesley?
Did it have the emotional maturity of Sunnydale!Wesley?
Well, it certainly had more emotional maturity than I usually possess in the morning.
If a scone had been around long enough to gain any sort of emotional maturity, it might be a bit...moldy.