Tuesday, July 19, 2005

An Unexpected Pivot-IV

I managed to parlay my superficial knowledge of Shelley into a substantive and sustained conversation, and we ended up sitting through the dinner together. We talked about our love of books, my plans to go to graduate school for that elusive PhD in philosophy, and we talked about her hometown, which was about as far away from where I lived as it could possibly be, at least 3,000 miles.

The entire time we talked I was saddened by the fact that I had just met this woman and that she would be leaving town in roughly 36 hours, the morning after the wedding. Nevertheless, I made what, in hindsight, was a tactically sound decision: I wasn't going to slobber all over her; it was clear that she had had enough of that behavior from most of the other schleps she had met, and I wasn't about to jump in that line. We talked for over an hour, had a pleasant time, and that was it, more or less. Although I had the sense that perhaps she too was smitten, I took my chips and went home for the night.

The next day, the day of the wedding, called for a different, more aggressive approach.