So he called me on Thursday night, but I was at rehearsal... so that means I have to call back (blast and wretch! I barely like talking to people I know on the phone, let alone strangers!). So I called this evening, early enough that I hoped he wasn't home. He was. So we chatted... for quite a while. He is a talker. Seems nice enough, but now that I am separated from it (and my ear is not aching anymore) I think the age thing is going to be a big difference. He did not know I was 10 years younger (Dian, the setter-upper thought I was at least 2-3 years older than I am, at the bare minimum) and I think we will find that we are really in very different places in our lives - me, the quarterlife crisis, I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-my-life twentysomething and he the homeowner, golf nut 10 years my senior. But I'll meet him on Wednesday and we will see.
Boy is this thing so not my style....
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