the moral of the story is: don't talk to strange men

I came home last night to see a blinking light on the phone, saying that I have a message. It was from N, the most unfortunate date. He wants to go out again. I thought he overheard that I wasn't interested. I guess not. Knowing that I needed to call him back & being a slightly socially awkward one, I rehearsed what I would say, working up alternate scripts if he answered or if I got his voice mail.

I suppose it was good that he called. It gave me a chance to end it ethically. I called him & told his voice mail that I wasn't interested & wished him a happy spring.

And the saga of N is over.