So, yesterday, it was chat chat chat, all day long. Today I had hoped to see an email, but nothing. Then I decided that I was being silly by waiting and as I would like to see Diver Dan again, I emailed him saying so. "I hope", said I, "that I won't be so nervous next time that I have to sit on my hands to keep them from flapping about all willy nilly"
The waiting begins. I hate suspense. In between the "maybe he wants to see me again too" and "If he's not interested, oh well, right?" sits a rather high strung individual who's heart just can't take it.