When FreeAngel Met DramaGeek, Part III 

 
Since I didn’t have access to Internet the night before, I wake up early the day after meeting DramaGeek to get to the office so I can send him a message thanking him for the great night of conversation.

When I log on to MySpace, I see he’s beaten me to the punch – sending me a friend request AND a message.

Crackers!

I guess you have to get up pretty early in the morning to beat this guy. Then I check the time stamp. Hmmm…guess you just have to go to bed really late. Inside, though, I’m giddy. It’s evident he messaged me as soon as he got home the night before. That must mean he enjoyed meeting me as much as I enjoyed meeting him, right?

I stop myself for a second. Who am I? I don’t get smitten like this – EVER. Why did I care about this man or whether he liked meeting me?

That's easy: because he was single, attractive, and appeared to lacking any neck tattoos. That, folks, was a novelty to me. “Normal” is not how I would describe most men who find me engaging.

Trying to get a better sense of who DramaGeek is, I check out his page. I figure I’m due. After all, he had spent a considerable about of time checking out mine.

His page is great. Someone sure seems to know his way around MySpace. I quickly look over his playlist. He has Information Society, Pet Shop Boys and bands I’ve never heard of but instantly like. I decide to compliment his musical taste in my message to him:

“Wow! Your page is so much cooler than mine. It was a pleasure to meet you last night as well. I'm so glad that you decided to join us for a drink. Have an incredible day!”

Short, sweet and to the point, right? Now if he’s just mildly interested, he’ll drop the conversation and move on. But no, he quickly sends his reply:

“I am really glad that I came and had a drink with you guys last night too. I had not planned to, but then I could not pass up an opportunity to talk to you, since I had the weird memory recall thing. I figured that in one way or another it was too interesting a coincidence to pass up. Hopefully, I didn't come across as a stalker or something like that. :) Serendipity is cool. Well, I hope you are having a fantastic day. It was very nice to meet you. I hope to meet you again soon.”

Ooohh…he made another stalker joke. I love a guy who can poke fun at himself. But that’s not nearly as exciting as a guy who can use “serendipity” in the appropriate context AND spell it correctly.

I respond, ensuring that I also showcase my word wizardry:

“It was definitely serendipitous. And no, I don't feel stalked at all -- I haven't even considered buying pepper spray yet. So...I've been lost in your playlist all morning...you've got some great songs on there. Now I feel like a stalker ;-)We should definitely meet again sometime...you seem cool and score low on the creep-o-meter.    :-D”

“Creep-o-meter” – That’s a test. I told a guy once he scored low on it, and he didn’t know whether that was a compliment or an insult. I didn’t have time for anyone that dense. Luckily DramaGeek passes the test with flying colors.

Our messages go back and forth. I’m not getting any work done at the office, and neither is he, or so it seems.

Then he sends a message that dances around the subject of dinner. I was wondering when we’d get to the good stuff. Most of my MySpace interchanges with men completely skip over invitations for dinner or drinks into what they want to come after. But he asks in such a way that I can tell he’s not even sure dinner is a given.

That scores major points. I like a man who doesn’t take things for granted. At the same time, I’m direct to a fault. Most people have a hard time with the “pulls-no-punches” aspect of my personality. May as well get that out in the open now. If he can’t handle it, better to find out before either of us has invested too much time in butt-sniffing.

“Dinner sounds great,” I reply. “When and where?”

His response is adorably awkward. Did I just say “adorably”? Shoot me now.
It’s clear he didn’t actually expect me to say yes, but I’m not letting him off the hook.
I’m making him be the man here. If he wants to invite me to dinner, he has to follow through by picking the time and place. I just want veto power.

The time is set for Sunday. He’s busy with his show on Friday night, and I’m busy with church on Saturday. I wonder if he thinks I’m playing him by making him wait to see me.

I decide I don’t care. I’m tired of macho guys who don’t say what they mean and then get pouty when you take them at their word.
I asked the Lord to send me someone strong enough to handle my strengths as well as my weaknesses. Let’s see if he passes the test.