So I'm on the verge of perplexed. A while ago I sent the girl in question a not particularly subtle note, that --
Well, backing up. Friday before last, maybe (I'm losing track of time), she called me and asked me out that weekend. Somehow, without using any specific words. I agreed, and then called her back later that day, the next day, the next day, and the following Monday, to no answer. The messages I left initially skewed to the uncertain, then to the more abstract. By Monday afternoon, I found myself talking at length about seaweed.
Well, a few days later I wrote to tell her that she was peachy, but I was a bit confused how to react to her, and I wanted to spend more time with her, so as better to work that out. I then advised that if there was anything she expected me to understand, it would be best if she were to pretend she were on Sesame Street.
And then I avoided her for a while.
I saw her again today, and it was all... very casual. Though I hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks, it was like I had just walked back into the room after fetching a bowl of cereal. No setup for anything; all pronouns and tangents and intuitive pickups. We talked around the subject of Michael Jackson without, I think, mentioning him or the day's events. She told me some stories of her recent modeling adventures. I somehow revealed that I had been reading up on gluten-free recipes and researching where around here to find the ingredients. We talked about vertigo (the condition and the movie; I jogged back to my place to fetch the soundtrack for her). I got some ice for her at the convenience store.
As I was on my way out, she told me she hadn't been avoiding me specifically; she had just been hiding under a rock. She's been busy with a bunch of stuff, and otherwise exhausted. Which I would have been, too, what with the day job and the additional odd jobs and the casting calls and the doctor appointments and the GREs. Not sure how she juggles all that. If I wash the dishes, it feels like a productive day.
She said next time she could find a free day, or a big enough hunk of time anyway, she'd let me know and we could figure out what to do from there.
The sum of the story is that I guess I didn't scare her off with my boldness. If anything, when I look back at the note I sent, it seems I may not have been as direct as I thought I was. If one were to be deliberately dense, it could perhaps be read as "Where are you? I did try to call."
Such is the strength of my overtures, it appears. Well, I guess that's something else I don't need to fuss over for now.
