Sarah

I have a female friend that I bet would make a great girlfriend. I'd at least like to hang out with her enough to decide whether she's worth falling for. In which case all kinds of hilarious awkwardness will ensue. And don't worry, dear reader, if that happens, I'll surely detail it for you here.

But getting to that point has been difficult. She's one of those hyper-busy people who works a demanding job then teaches at a local college then goes and plays in an adult soccer league -- all of which I think is completely cool. Oh, and she's a concert-freaking-pianist.

No. I am NOT kidding.

So despite the fact that this woman is obviously world class at time management, even if we were dating the dates would happen about once a month. Fine. I'm not that needy. I have a cat, so I know how it works. Sometimes she wants me to feed her; sometimes she wants to cuddle with her and most of the time she wants me to leave her the hell alone so she can go do all her cat stuff to which I'm not invited.

Dating this gal would be a lot like that, except the cat has hairier ears and completely sucks at soccer. (In the cat's defense, I don't think the woman can amuse herself for hours simply by looking out the window. I also doubt that she can lick her own crotch. At least I hope not. Otherwise I totally have no shot.)

Here's why I mention this to you: This woman occupies a space in my mind now. I'll see or hear something and I'll think, hey, "Sarah" will get a kick out of this and it makes a convenient excuse for me to send her an e-mail. You might have noticed that I like to write. In small doses, I'm sure she thinks it's cute. Who doesn't feel flattered to know that someone is thinking about them?

As long as it doesn't go overboard. Here's where you come in. I'm thinking that some of the thoughts that Sarah spurs I should write down here instead of in e-mails to her. I was going to start tonight but now I'm tired and I'm going to go to bed instead.

Maybe the whole idea will get put to bed too. We'll see.