OMFG, COL

Last week I finally made phone contact with a guy I had been emailing with for weeks. Now, you're probably already worried, because I just said "emailing for weeks".  I am too, because I know that is never a good idea.  I am in this for real-life dates, not pen pals.  But it had been the holidays, and there were illnesses, and friends visiting, and the emails were really funny.  Around Christmas, it was established that he was going to have about 2 weeks off from work with nothing to do.  I commented that I wished I could be a creature of leisure as well, and the next thing I knew I got looong satirical novellas about the band he was going to start, Creatures Of Leisure.  He photoshopped pictures of 80's hairbands with the C.O.L. logo on them, wrote about their hit single "Aint Gonna move My Towel", and their tour rider, and their inevitable breakup over creative differences.  Funny stuff, right?  (He has a creative job for one of the big bay area movie studios, so this seemed right in line with all that.)  I did notice that the emails were never about making plans, but I was busy enough not to sweat it.

We finally transitioned to the phone, and then the phone tag started.  I caught him last Monday night, in the middle of a very busy Gossip Girl/The Bachelor/laundry schedule.  We chatted; he was witty, sarcastic, and easy to talk to.  Great!  Let's make that date!  But COL was talking about the dentist, and booking travel online, and isn't it funny how we always look at fares but never book them when we should...  I looked at Chuck Bass frozen in paused sleaziness, and was itching to wrap this up.  I cut him off.  I know!  But he was ready to talk for 2 hours.  (Which I thought meant he was digging me, right?)  I told him I had to make another call and get some things done, and that it was great talking to him.  He agreed.  Okaaay...  I just bit the bullet and jokingly asked if we were finally ready to meet in person.  He LITERALLY responded "um...pause...pause...pause...uh..."  I was shocked, and couldn't believe that after all this, the answer to that question might actually be no!  I had to say "Oh!  Okay, well why don't we just say that you can give me a call if you feel like we should get together..."  I knew he would say "sorry! yeah, let's plan something."  But NO, he said OKAY, we hung up, and I stood there with my mouth open and Chuck smirking openly at me.  Seriously??  Why put all those weeks of effort into it, dude?!  He never called.  I have decided that he must have played D&D in the basement in high school and didn't know what to do with a real live girl on the other end of the line who wanted to actually date him.  Maybe his pictures on match are from 10 years and 50 pounds ago. I guess I'll never know...  Internet dating, it's the best.