This laptop is just being nasty now. It crashed for no reason the last time I tried to post today's entry, so let me write it offline and I'll just paste it in.
I was thoroughly interrogated by all the women at work -- the same ones who talked me into the ad -- today for details about what happened. So I spent the day describing where we went, what we did, what he's like, is he divorced, what kind of job he has, all that.
It's a little overwhelming, if I think about it. It's not like we're engaged or something. People are just sharks when it comes to things like this.
I had given Evan my email address, and today there was something from his work account. Just testing to make sure it worked, and all. I still haven't given him this URL, and I think I may wait a while before I do it. I haven't actually told him that I keep this diary online and that hundreds of people he'll never meet know all about him.
Well, not all about him...
Elaine said something about Frieda being sick today, but I didn't catch all of it. I'll have to ask her tomorrow.
OK, I made it this far posting the text again, so I won't push my luck. Evan said he'd call me later. I need to call the paper and ask them to stop the ad.
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