Captain Jersey

That's what Zach calls the Nerve guy I've been emailing with. [He also dubbed an old boyfriend of mine "Kung Fu Grip," and that's a good story which I'll bust out later.] And when I say "emailing," mon dieu! I'm talking about a LOT of emails. I asked Chris how many emails he'd find sufficient before proposing a meeting, and he conservatively said half a dozen or so.

25 emails. That's the total exchange thus far. I want to write back, "DUDE?!?! ARE YOU EVER GOING TO ASK ME OUT OR ARE WE GOING TO EMAIL BACK AND FORTH ABOUT SIX FEET UNDER FOR THE REST OF OUR NATURAL BORN LIVES?!?!" I fear that if we ever do meet, we'll already have run out of things to talk about.

I know what you're thinking. Ask him out! No, and I'll tell you why. I scare boys. Not on purpose. Okay, sometimes on purpose, but mostly not. I don't subscribe to The Rules or any of that bullshit, but I've found that guys like to do the asking. I'm not out to emasculate anybody, especially now when it would appear I'm ready to start thinking about getting into another relationship.

Really, though, he has to ask me out soon. If for no other reason, than because he has a car (hot!) and we've been talking about how much we're both dying to ride the Kingda Ka. If we hit it off in person as much as we do over email, that would be a killer third date.