So, yesterday, Smoker Boy from Friday texted me with “What’s your schedule like? I would love to see you today.” I had ignored his text on Sunday, and knew that I couldn’t just ignore this one, because it would be immature, or whatever. It took much wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth before I was able to dash off a two sentence email to him. I also immediately set up a filter in gmail so that his emails would skip my inbox and also be marked as read.

I am having coffee with a boy tomorrow, although not one of the two boys I actually REALLY wanted to have coffee with. Although, this guy is very polite, seems nice, and I can eve forgive his use of “lol.”

It’s already 2:30, and I spent most of the day working on ONE letter, because I am meticulous like that. Or slow. Anyway, that application has been submitted. 

Back to this boy I’m seeing tomorrow. I’ve spoken to him half a dozen times. Conversation is ok — we manage it. We haven’t really covered anything groundbreaking, just typical getting-to-know-you stuff. This whole internet dating thing is weird. I know, I’m the last person who should say that, given my brief, but busy phase as a message board floozy. 

I got distracted from writing this by a question about Carl Schmitt on Message Board of Note. So I got to talk about Carl Schmitt! Which is exciting, because I never get to talk about that, and I forget how much I love Carl Schmitt, and it almost makes me want to go back to grad school and get my PhD JUST so I can write a dissertation on Carl Schmitt and american foreign policy.