Indian, Part I

Bright and early Monday morning at work, as I routinely checked my email, I received a message from someone I met on a hike over the weekend. He said he enjoyed my company and would like to keep in touch.

Having no problem with this, I responded that it would be fine. So, he asks if I have IM, and we exchange information.

Now, this guy isn't from here. He's Indian. Dot, not feather. A bit tall, slender, good looking. He works in IT, so safe to say he's smart!

So we chat a bit, a little of this, a little of that. It's pretty tame and ordinary. He gets excited when he learns I'm Catholic. Then he starts saying how he noticed me first thing when he showed up at the hike, and had wanted to speak with me at the beginning. However, I kept up with the front of the group, and he complained about getting stuck with a slow poke at the end.

Now he begins to ask if I'd like to have dinner with him, and is Saturday good?

Ohhh, dear... I know my calendar is busy this week, and I get nervous as I say I have a family obligation.

So, he says he understands and says, "what about Friday?" Nope, can't. Birthday party to go to.

"How about Thursday?" Sorry, volunteering that evening and meeting with friends afterwards.

So, I guess now this Indian is frustrated that he doesn't want to wait too long to see me, and says, "what about tonight?"

Hesitating slightly, I say sure....