Post-first-date communication is a tricky business. There are definitely good ways to follow up, and less-good ways.
I’ve had some, ah, *interesting* experiences the last 10 days or so. The absolute worst first-date follow-up I’ve had recently was the guy who should have called me with relative haste, but from whom I haven’t heard a peep. It’s been a FULL WEEK. What an idiot.
Then, there’s the guy who met me for coffee last weekend and sat talking with me for nearly four hours, but never really managed to give me any indication whether he was into me or not. (Which, according to Greg Behrendt, seems to indicate that, in fact, he’s probably not.)
More recently, I had coffee with a guy I was really interested in; I went over to his place for a little while to hang out before I came home for what should have been (but wasn’t, really — thank you Rags!) a very long night’s sleep. (Incidentally, people, get your heads out of the gutter. I was a good girl.) His post-date e-mail still has me a bit baffled:
Howdy sorry I haven’t said anything till now Fridays are bits at work. I’ve left but heading somewhere else for the afternoon. Just wanted to say hey and thanks for last night. See ya later.
What on Earth does that mean?!?!
The real winner? He’s a guy who suggested a very impromptu happy hour, which went by at the speed of light and was terrific fun, even though there were no real sparks. Guys, listen up: You should do this more.
Just wanted to thank you for meeting me yesterday. It was fun to spin off on tangents! ha I guess you could tell we weren’t each other’s match, per se, but I really enjoyed getting to meet you. Thank you!