There’s something to be said for the propriety of times past, when women were ladies and men were gallant. Yes, I know this is a distortedly rosy view of the times, but indulge me for a minute.
My decorum failed me today and I emailed him. How long was I supposed to linger – waiting for a word from him? Weeks? Months? Years? Well, I lasted about a day.
So, I shot him a brief email and received one in reply. This is what he said (among other things):
“This coming Sunday I am trying to make ‘free’ for fun. Just throwing it out there.”
Did he just ask me out? I think he’s asking me out, but I’m not sure. Could this be any more vague? Free for fun with me – or just free for fun, in a very general way? “Just throwing it out there”? As in “just throwing it out there to see what sticks”? Am I not worthy of a proper request?
What does that mean? And, damn, I’m not available on Sunday, regardless. I offered the alternative of Saturday and am waiting to hear back.
The Rules ladies would so disown me, if they could. I’m sounding desperate – even to myself.
Why can’t it be like the old days when a gentleman caller would contact you to say, “Madame, would you be so kind as to accompany me to (insert activity) on (insert date). I will pick you up at (insert time) to escort you to (insert activity above), should you be so inclined, as I think you are the most beautiful, accomplished, witty woman that I have ever met and would be honored to be in your presence if only for this one evening.”
Why don’t they say that anymore?
Basic language fail.
Yes, he’s asking you out. This isn’t really a big mystery or puzzle. He’s saying “I’m keeping Sunday free, are you interested in doing something?”
Jesus Christ, this isn’t rocket surgery.
Yes, “rocket surgery” would be difficult.