Good news update!
Originally Posted By: Gardener
Have I posted about Nephew, 31 telling a one-year-divorced coworker about me and suggesting we talk? N says to me "she's nine years younger than you and she's an art teacher, pretty, a lot of fun, great sense of humor and a bit hippie-ish like you. She gave me her email address and asked me to invite you to write her. She was saying she'd sure like some male company and conversation."
Good kid, that nephew.

That was a week ago. I'm in no rush and have been quite busy, so have done nothing.

Last night he emails me saying, "I know I'll see you tomorrow, but I thought I'd tell you that coworker mentioned at Christmas party tonight that she hadn't heard from you,"
Good sign, I figure.

So I wait until this morning and send her an email:
Subject: A man whose nephew has a good heart...
"...Is sorry for taking a few days to respond to your invitation.
But perhaps there can be no nicer first greeting than, "Merry Christmas Amanda."

I look forward to talking with you."
Gardener.
Pretty good, I thought.
Well, we've been emailing daily for past six days. Lotsa fun. Much in common. Good rapport. Decent person, etc. etc.

Sunday, I asked her out on a date, to go to a concert.
She cautiously gives me a "maybe, if that's okay for now."
"Sure."
More emailing back and forth.
Tuesday, a "definite maybe; sounds like it would be fun. And fun to meet."
More emailing back and forth,
Tonight, "I'd like to upgrade my 'definitely maybe' to 'sure, I'd love to!' Does that work for you?"
"Of course: I'm thrilled you've accepted."

We've agreed to continue only via email for the next 27 days, because we're going out on January 28th.

Which, fittingly, and - I suppose, morally correctly - is the day after my D !
No expectations: company, conversation, music, fun and meeting someone new who seems so nice in our emailing.

2010 begins with a getting-out-of-my-box GAL.

Out with the old: 13 months of limboland, frustration, pain, loss.
In with the new: Me.
Year of the Gardener!


Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac