So apparently there was a misunderstanding between myself and the 46 year old, as he had written me emails I had not received and I thought he'd reacted to my "cured" comment. In reality, he had written them and contacted me today to ask if maybe I didn't want to talk to him anymore.
Well, I did. Kinda. I mean, I like our emails but three things happened recently to make me rethink the whole idea of seeing him again when he's in NOLA.
1. I have a shitload of very stressful work, and since I feel like an idiot on a good day (perfectly normal for a first-year associate infuriating people keep telling me), I know I will be working 70 hour weeks for the rest of the month. That makes me too tired to make witty conversation. Or deal with potentially romantic dinners.
2. He never really responded to the fact I pointed out that I am somewhat cynical about love. Well, somewhat being an understatement. I think it's important that he at least acknowledge we're not exactly on the same page here.
3. He joked that when we go out to dinner everyone will probably think I am his niece.
Geesh, I wonder why I'm starting to think this is all a bad idea.
Today the cashier at Rouse's, a college student with a son was really curious about quiche. She needed to know everything about it, like it was some exotic food. She fascinated me, my heart went out to her. I hope her inquisitiveness and smiles will outlast the myriad of assholes this world produces.