Boyfriend T

Linzuf, my S'pore BFF, left last week. For good. And boy, oh boy, I am not happy about it. I won't get into it, since thinking about it bums me out, but if she were still here, the events leading up to the subject of this post probably would not have happened. And these events are just another illustration of why I am pretty much a trainwreck.

As Linzuf's departure neared, I told her that since she was leaving I would probably have a lot of free time on my hands, so to fill it I would start dating. My head has been somewhere else lately so I haven't really been part of the whole 'scene' here. I've also decided that I am not a huge fan of meeting people in bars (no offense, Captain, if you are reading this). I had a couple of glasses of wine and thought I would poke around on mspace to see what the men in Singapore have to offer. This one guy, T, had an interesting profile so I send him a message that pretty much just said 'Hey. I'm Syrah. How's it going?'. Well, T wrote back and we exchanged a few emails. He seemed like a good guy - funny, intelligent, interesting - so I gave him my number.

He called while I was at dinner with Quasi & The Pickler (my first visitors!!!) so I told him I would call him back. Quasi & The Pickler were curious about why I was all smiley when I hung up the phone so I told them the short history between me & T. They were pretty excited about me meeting someone new, especially since Quasi hasn't been the number one fan of my most recent choice. (As a supportive friend she reinforces that I am fabulous, funny, smart, deserve better & will find better, etc.)

I ended up speaking to T the next next day and we decided to get together soon. I told him I would call him the following day after I had a chance to check my work schedule. Again, Quasi & The Pickler were psyched and they began referring to him jokingly as Boyfriend T. Throughout the day this progressed to Fiance T and Husband T. That night we had dinner with J.Todd and he was filled in on the whole 'possible date with Boyfriend T' story.

Yesterday I called T when I was in the cab going home from work. I was pretty exhausted, but we had a great convo and decided to get together this weekend. I wanted to tell someone the fun news when I hung up, but since Quasi & The Pickler were somewhere over the Bay of Bufia, I decided to send J. Todd an SMS (text message). I typed him a message that said "I have a date with boyfriend T on Sunday!' and then sent it to.....BOYFRIEND T!!!!!!!! (See, I told you I am a trainwreck.) I started to panic but knew that I only had mere seconds to recover so I quickly sent him another SMS that said, "Did that freak you out? Just trying to make you feel comfortable about sending stalker emails." (He had joked that he would send me stalker emails this week). Well, as I was sending that SMS, I received one from him that said "I was unaware I had earned that moniker already." CRAP. I sent him another one that said "Haha, just testing it out." We exchanged a few more short ones, which made me think I may have salvaged my reputation as a sane girl, but I still had a nagging feeling that he was thinking I was absolutely crazy (I am a little crazy, I admit it, but not absolutely).

I am happy to say that Boyfriend T initiated SMS contact today, so I think I am still doing alright. I wonder if the subject of possible Boyfriend T & Syrah babies will come up during our date this weekend...