Technically I didn't hear back from them, I heard back from the local org who arranged the interviews (504ward, Nora).

Oh, jeezy. This time next week my parents will be here (hence all the house stuff I've finally been doing). ACK. ACK. ACK. I'm sure it will be fine and fun and all that, but I'm equally sure they will get freaked out by NOLA and I will get hella annoyed with their fussiness. Such is family.

Only carnivorous animals (or I suppose omnivorous, anyway meat eaters) is my understanding (from when I made a panicky visit to urgent care after being bitten by a "wild" hamster...long story).

Animal control guy said the squirrel was most likely hit by a car, hence the crooked running. And that if it can climb, it's doing ok.

Mom is almost all moved out of her old place. She's been packing since mid December. It's a one bedroom apartment. Apparently her new condo is packed full of boxes, more so than normal after a move, and she has a 6x10 storage unit by her old place, and a 5x9 storage unit up here near her new place. Is it so wrong that I kinda hope she forgets to pay the bill for a couple months so the units go up for auction, and we have no more hassle with that junk?

If that's wrong, omnis, I don't think you have to be right.

So this one time at Theater Pub I met this cute girl who was very fun and seemed to enjoy my company. And I almost asked her out but did not get the chance.

So I stared at my e-mail for a few days and contemplated asking her out directly but settled on expressing a desire to see her again and seeing how that went. Her response—several days later—did not really seem like she'd taken it as a request for a date, but we did go to a show on Saturday night. I bought her a muffin, and she was so surprised and appreciative, it was adorable. And I almost asked her out but did not get the chance.

On Sunday, I saw her again because she was performing. And I almost asked her out but did not get the chance.

Finally, I decided, screw it, and sent an e-mail that night:

If you hadn't left early tonight, I would have done this in person, but I thought it was time to be direct.

[Name], I would like to take you out on a date. Would you like to go on a date with me?

(I actually used her name. I did not put "[Name]" in the e-mail. Just for the record.)

Then I fell into a deep, dark hole for days as I imagined how terrible and unlovable a person I was. I beat myself up until even I got tired of it.

Finally, this afternoon, while in line for the Cabin in the Woods screening, I got her response:

Well thank you Sunil for being direct! I do enjoy your company but I'm not interested in dating.

To my surprise, since it was the answer I was expecting and had beat myself up over anyway, it didn't actually hurt that much to get confirmation.

Alas! Then let us continue to enjoy each other's company.

So that happened.

Points for putting yourself out there, P-Cow. It's bruising but part of the whole intimacy deal.

I'm kind of proud of you.

I'm totally proud of you. I think what you did is fantastic.

Scary experience today, and I'm really thinking that probably I should call a doctor. I was a dinner guest who brought the dinner with me as a thank your for past favors. and of course when the evening was over needed to bring the empty pots and pans back to my car. Since there were too many dishes to make in one load, I brought the first load (so I thought) then prepared to take the second. Only to find every dish and pot and pan I brought still there. Oops I thought, I wonder whose dishes I took to my car. Only when I got the first load there there were no pots or anything already in my car. And I noticed the second trip too a lot longer than the first. I put them in, and returned for the second trip wondering whose car i put them in. But this was an isolated driveway that meandered up a big hill , and there were no cars that looked like mine in the drive,and anyway my key would not have opened anyone else's trunk. Even though I remembered it clearly that 1st trip never happened.

OK, a bad memory is one thing. Remembering something happening five minutes ago that did not is something else. I've been pretty tired lately, so I suppose I could have fallen asleep for a minute with nobody noticing and dreamed it. But I'm usually pretty good at telling the difference between dream and reality, and my sleep deprivation would have to be pretty extreme for that to happen. And if it is not a dream but an actual false memory or hallucination, that is even more scary. Anyway, I think I'd better call the doctor tomorrow. Because regardless, 1 minute dream, false memory or hallucination that does not seem normal. Am I over-reacting?

Oh and PC, I think your asking this woman out is totally awesome. That is what you should do when you find a (single) woman attractive. Politely but directly let her know. Most women, even if not attracted, will not be insulted and will be willing to remain friends. And you are good looking, smart funny guy, so once you start directly letting women know you are interested, you will find one who is interested back.

So that happened.

It did. And it sucked. But, honestly, I am really proud you were direct and just asked. No, it didn't work out the way you'd hoped but you aren't left wondering either. And either you can deal with a friendship with her or you can't - either are really valid. You were both brave and honest.