"Date" 8: Okay, I'm not sure it was a real date, but to make my numbers look better, I'll count it. I met an intern at an office potluck, we got to chatting, one thing led to another, and we made plans for lunch. I went to lunch with "The Intern" with the intention of talking about work and our field, and we did; although we also spent a considerable amount of time talking about him and his accomplishments.
He seemed to have caught the same incessant communication bug as McBride, except it has been exclusively through social media and not texts (he messaged me his number, and fortunately I had the forethought to not give him mine).
Aaand back to business! Coug Bait has been relentless; not forcefully or annoyingly, but very thoughtfully and sweetly. He is still swamped with work, so I hardly ever see him, but he texts me at least every day and asks me how my day has been. And he is as clever as I am coy, so it's quite the dance between us. But readers, you'll be pleased to know that I'm my same feelings-and-commitment avoiding self despite the flirtations of this young buck.
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