People, you will not BELIEVE who emailed me yesterday.
New to the WaterCooler? Want to re-live my night of horror? Go back and (re-)read that post. I’ll wait. Finished? Let’s carry on then.
The email was very brief:
Subject: Long Time…
Body: Haven’t talked to you in months. What’s new?
Hmm…. let’s see… what’s been going on with me in the past nine months….
I swore off online dating.
Booked a trip to Grand Cayman.
Was introduced by friends to the man o’ my dreams.
Went on aforementioned trip.
Returned to aforementioned man, with whom I’ve been pretty inseperable ever since.
Went to Korea with the man in May.
Moved in with the man (thus excising myself from the ‘burbs to Kitsilano) in July.
Was recruited and moved to a new job in August.
Oh, and bought a condo in Kits as well, though it won’t be finished until next summer.
I relayed that information in my response, followed up by a “what’s new with you?”
I have yet to receive a reply.
Pity, I was a teensy bit curious.
Nice location. Travis and I throw the frisbee in Connaught Park all the time. We’ll come by afterwards for beers.
Plus, you’re really close to Moderne (do they get an ‘e’?) Burger. Nice one.
Excellent. I’m assuming you and Travis are bringing the beer?
I say this because with the London Drugs being inserted downstairs, I’m assuming I will become much richer in gadgets, and poorer in dollars shortly after moving in.
We probably all imagine that, after we’ve dated someone and lost touch with them, they’re sort of frozen in carbonite and don’t do much (you know, maybe get a new job or a new apartment, but not actually Move On With Life), whether we’re similarly frozen or not.