The next Monday at work I got his email address from the party host and contacted him about the only thing my booze-rittled brain could remember -- mice. We had talked about the fact that both of us had mice in our homes. I sent him an email about mice (ridiculous, I know) and pretended that I forgot the name of the product he mentioned.
I felt so silly pretending not to know how to use the Google. He had to know, right? He had to know that a professional woman in her 30s can put the name of a product and/or its uses into a search engine and determine what would best suit her needs. But I sent the email, with a question about this stuff that he said worked to get rid of mice. I feel silly writing about it now. It was an effort to not be my normal, extra-aggressive extroverted self and initiate conversation to see if he would take the lead.
Being patient and not just asking someone out is *so* not my speed. I am used to asking for what I want, which is likely why I'm single. I am trying to play the girl card, if that's what it is, where I let him know I am interested and see if the interest is reciprocated in a way that results in him asking me out.
We've been emailing about once a day. So far he hasn't asked me out. If he does, I'll let you know.
