More Ian

Wednesday afternoon, I walk back to my office after microwaving my frozen lunch, and who do I see, loitering around, but Ian. He perks up when he sees me and follows me into my office. I can tell that his visit is not work related. He sits down in the extra chair and I put my lunch on the desk where it grows cold. Ian says, "It's ok if I ask about this?"

"Sure," I say, "I don't mind."

"So, the guy...was there any more...?"

"No, nothing more. I haven't talked him again."

"You're over it?"

"Yes, I was pretty much over it before, now I'm over it again."

"So, do you have a profile up on that site?"

"Oh no. I mean, I've done that before and I can't handle it right now. It's just so..."

"Creepy?"

"No. Exhausting."

He proceeded to regale me with stories about his experiences on the site, including one story he told me last week. I smile and nod. I tell him a couple of my internet dating horror stories, mostly because I am not sure what else to say to him. Also, he is a good audience. We go on like that for a while and I share a somewhat disjointed version of my philosophy about internet dating. Too bad I couldn't just say, "Go read the blog!" It was tempting.

When he left, I had to ask myself, "what is this all about?"

Grateful for: questions.