Blast from the past

Not unlike the proverbial baseball bat to the head that is reserved for Jo and Jo alone, I received a blast from the past today that has given me one more thing to look forward to this fall. As if I needed anything else to look forward to!

I had sent him an email at the beginning of the summer, just a heads-up, how-are-yah, I'm-going-to-be-on-your-side-of-the-pond type of thing. Very casual. But never received a reply and kind thought "ah well, it was a year ago that I met him very briefly, so no point in flogging a dead horse." Today he popped online, so I thought to just see what was going on, might as well, nothing to lose. Turns out he never got my email.

So we chatted briefly, the usual hey-how's-it-going. Of course Oxford came out, and turned out that he was living relatively nearby. He informed me that he was not going to come and visit me no matter how much I screamed and begged. I told him I didn't beg, it wasn't my style. Then he offered that he was single. Then he inquired about myself. Hmm. My admission that the past twelve months had been an educational, entertaining fiasco was met with questions. I turned them away, the workplace MSN conversation is far too distracted and half-assed for those sorts of things... Not to mention too sober. Tell you what, I said, you come to visit me in the fall and we'll sit down over a few pints and I will tell all, in exchange for you telling all. So its a date, of sorts.

I am pretty thrilled with this. Even without potential nookie, and to be honest I don't know if I even want to go down that road, he is smart, funny and great to hang around with. With a new life spreading out before me (and with no friends and few acquaintances), it is really comforting to know someone like him is a relatively short drive away.