The Hanger On

As The Eternal Freshman likes to call them, I've got a Hanger On.

Just when I was ready to forget the weirdos in the online dating world, get some cats, and start talking to myself, this guy winks at me. Dammit.

So I check out his profile. Hmm. He's cute. Lives in the city. Good grammar and punctuation. College degree. But 5'11", which usually means they're lying, and they're actually 5'7". I decided to look past that with all the other strong points, even though I'm 5'9".

I wink back. He e-mails me: "Thought I'd break the ice and say hi." Super. So I respond several days later, including my regular e-mail address because my subscription is expiring that next day.

We have volleyed e-mails back and forth for about a week now, and he and I finally talked on the phone Tuesday night.

For an hour.

We obviously have a lot in common, and he sent me an e-mail Wednesday morning telling me he enjoyed talking to me and would like to do it again that night.

And so be it. He called again Wednesday evening, and we talked for another hour. He sounds super cute. Very nice voice. Definitely intelligent. Friendly for sure.

But? No mention of meeting.

Hmm.