For those of you wondering, I did get the underwear right on Friday night. I looked lovely. But that didn’t do much good, since I was petrified regardless. Funny, considering I don’t really do petrified in the real world.
He and I have been very intellectual in our email communications so far… and we didn’t manage to snap out of it on Skype. Of course, we ended up talking about the blanks and the awkwardness, and then proceeded to talk about the fact that we were talking about the blanks and the awkwardness, and how post-modern it all was. I’m now looking forward to our discussing my blogging about our talking about our talking. It’s gonna be fantastic fun. So I haven’t given up on us, far from it. In fact, he’s still a perfect fantasy, and will remain so until reality proves me wrong.