It wasn't a date.

Sorry to leave all of you hanging.

I was flattered by all of the emails I got in regards to the date/non-date debacle. I guess you really do read this thing. I didn't write again right away because I was trying to figure out what had actually transpired. Because I was still kinda confused.

Here are the basics:

We met and ate a meal together. He told me about his family and his progress towards his Ph.D. I told him about my budding writing career and my family. We shared how we both love country music and reading. It was a very deep and meaningful conversation and I was happy to be a part of it.

And that was it.

He is a great human being. Seriously. He wants to change the world and I actually think he could do it. I was a bit, I'll admit, impressed with him. And for those who know me, that takes a lot.

So...what next?

Sadly, I don't think anything. I emailed him thanks for the fun night. Here is the email he sent me in return. You tell me what this means:

Hey, there.
Thank you for your email--and for your advice! I really appreciate your concern. These are big questions, but as you say, I am choosing among great options and there is not necessarily one right answer. I just need to learn to be patient and, as Rilke says, "live the questions themselves." That is just more difficult than it often sounds....I really enjoyed talking and hearing more about your life and your hopes. I am especially excited about your soon-to-be book. I'll look forward to reading it one of these days!In the meantime, I hope you have a great time with your friends in Boston. I'll looking forward to talking again real soon.
Cheers,
Michael

Uh...what? He doesn't ask to see me again and leaves it very vague on purpose, right? I think I am going to just let this one go. I had already started to feel a little inappropriate about dating a student. So only friends we shall be. I guess.