Twelve hours ago, I was standing on the sidewalk in front of my building, kissing PM good night at the end of what is the best first date I have ever been on. He laughed about an hour in, to say, all your first dates are like this right, as we wandered through the best gala I have ever attended — which is high praise.
Our plan was simple — dinner at the very elegant Italian restaurant in town. It was an impressive move for a first date, for a blind/online date.
We were meeting at 730. I had a lunch date with a platinum-selling rock star, and then a conference call at 230. At 3, PM . . . we are going to call him PM, as he is a project manager . . . emailed to get my phone number and then called me. I couldn’t pick up as I was on a call, which I told him via email.
His entire message: “Are you ok going as my guest to the […] gala tonight?”