not so celibate

T stopped by briefly last night. It was lovely to see her. During our brief, chocolate-covered-raspberry-fueled conversation, we discussed boys. Of course. She spoke of how she's choosing celibacy right now, how boys are too much trouble. I concurred. It sounds like a very sensible plan. I pondered adopting it for myself.

And then I didn't. This morning, B, a man at church that I met a few months back, that I'm vaguely interested in (crush would be too strong a word), asked if I would like to go on a date with him. I said I would like to. He suggested ice cream. He has my phone number. He will call.

Two concerns: he's old (31!). He doesn't know that I'm significantly younger.
And he has the same name as He Who Shall Not Be Named. It's slightly unnerving. I've mocked E for the name of her crush-object (it's B as well). Maybe the name will be redeemed for me.

Or maybe not.