Something miraculous has happened.
Something spooky and devious has happened.
I checked my email this morning and saw that I had a new online personals message. I momentarily stopped breathing when I saw who it was from:
According to TV Tyler, I'm too "metrosexual" for you.
Wow, I didn't realize TV Tyler was now my matchmaker. Does that mean we can't meet for coffee? I mean, it would be nice to know someone else in the neighborhood. I also think we'd have a lot to talk about...
Okay, something is going on here. Either the universe is listening to me and being frighteningly generous or... they found my blog.
Up until last night, Film Felix hadn't looked at my profile in over a week. TV Tyler and I haven't corresponded in a week or seen each other in nearly three weeks. I suppose it's possible that he gave Film Felix the green light-- or even encouraged him to write, just to see how I'd react.
How am I reacting?
I'm freaking out a little.
I mean, I just wrote about Film Felix a couple of days ago wherein I said how impossible it would be to ever meet him. After expressing my utter curiosity about the guy, is it the most stunning coincidence in the world that he wrote to me last night? Or are there other forces at work here? Sneaky, blog-reading, let's-mess-with-Dolly forces?
In what would have been a moment of sheer insanity, I almost sent TV Tyler a did-you-find-the-blog email. Then I took my straight-jacket off and realized that would be the King of All Bad Ideas. Instead, I'm going to do this:
If TV Tyler or Film Felix is reading this, please email and tell me you found the blog. Please don't keep it to yourself for the macabre novelty of seeing what I might write about you. Fucking with my head may provide some entertainment, but isn't it a little too TV teen drama? Besides, TV Tyler, you and I have had some outstanding dates (at least they were in my blog--er, book) so wouldn't it be better not to taint the memory of them? I know that sounds corny, but seriously. And Film Felix, what if you and I meet and really hit it off? Wouldn't it be better to get this pesky blog business out of the way and start clean?
Okay, I hope I don't sound like I'm losing my marbles.
This is so strange. I feel really in synch with the world around me, really tapped in and awake... but also unsteady. What if Film Felix wrote that message when he was drunk, as a joke? What if he has no curiosity about meeting me whatsoever? What if he writes back and says mean things? What if he doesn't write back at all?
And if he does agree to coffee (which I think we may need to modify to drinks, because going into this stone cold sober might be tough), what about TV Tyler? I mean, he's going to know I'm meeting his roommate, so there would be no need for a heads up. Even so, I want to be decent about this whole thing. Should I let our lapsed communication speak for itself and not risk stirring up awkwardness or is a word or two in order? If so, what the hell do I even say?
This is all so... Unprecedented. I have no idea what will happen next, if anything at all.