Really? I don’t know … my reaction was, “Oh please, this is way too northern California for me. My entrepreneurship coach? Meditation exercise? What the heck ? How new-agey, and even thanking me at the end? How am I even remotely related to this?
So I turned to my rational girlfriend, the wise one: “It’s a sweet and maybe even sincere sentiment,” she said, “but sometimes it seems like these classic Bay Area men are professional daters.” Professional dater? Is that what it is??
Last but not least, a sensitive guy friend added a chip to the cookie—“I think this is kind of a thank you/goodbye note.” Oh well, never mind. He wants no relationship and sends confusing messages, but still I thought he was an interesting character and surely a fun buddy to have.
“There is more to tell also, and I’m feeling the urge to communicate. Soon.”
Ok, soon. Two more days pass and I’m on the verge of losing interest and not sure I’d ever see this person again. Still, a trace of curiosity takes me to meet with K for dinner (when he asks me to eventually). It was a Friday afternoon in Palo Alto and, to uplift my spirit, I put on my favorite lacey neon blue panties. Always works.
We met and started chatting like old friends, more or less, and after a few sips of dark Jamaican rum cocktail, I gently probed: “So what’s the story with your business coach?” K looked straight into my eyes and said: “As soon as I entered the session, my coach noticed that I was off balance, so in the meditation he asked me what it was that I needed. This is when I thought about you, and the answer came to me, and it was very clear. So then I told my coach, ‘I need to tell that girl that I saw last Sunday that I want to love her.’”
I’m choked. Really? That’s what this message was about? It was sort of, how can I say … lost in transmission.
It took two days for it to sink in, and I responded with: “I need to tell that guy that I saw last Sunday, that I want to see him again.” Ok, where do we go from here? K is a busy man.
“If it works for you keep Saturday night free.” That’s almost a week from now but sure, honey—pencil me in.
You see girls? That’s what we’re dealing with here: The Digital Dater: Cryptic SMS notes and a packed electronic schedule. But don’t be discouraged sweethearts—if we managed to hack the love code, we can befriend his planner, too.
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