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?