OK. If you've been paying attention, you will remember that a while ago I mentioned that I gave my phone number to one of our pilots. So he called me last week and asked if I wanted to "hang out" tomorrow, and today we talked again and decided to do a movie and dinner. And right now I'm . . . apprehensive. If you know me well, you know how I am about meeting and getting to know new people. I'm not terribly good at it, and I don't always enjoy it. And this is someone I've worked with twice and spoken to on the phone twice- the extent of our aquaintance. I gave him my phone number at a brief moment where I was thinking "Joanna, you need to start doing new things. Meeting new people. Getting out more." Since that five minutes or so, my real personality has taken over, and it's not terribly pleased with that whole plan. Plus, the guy's 36 years old. Plus, when we were talking earlier, he occasionally alluded to things that we could do another time, which, while clearly innocently and nicely meant, is just the kind of thing that will frighten Joanna when she hardly knows someone.
And yes, he's nice, and yes, he's funny, and yes, he seems intelligent, and yes, everyone at work likes him alot- but at the moment I'm just wishing that I wasn't going tomorrow.
And it'll most likely be fun, and I will be home early because I've already said that I have to be at the airport early Thursday morning (which is true), but . . . .
(I don't know if this will make any sense to you folks. Well, some of you, I'm sure, knowing me as you do, will follow my thoughts pretty well. To others, however, this may just seem silly. I'm sure it is.)