Ker-Plunk

Ker-plunk! That was the sound my credit card site made when I pressed the button this morning for my payment. Ker-plunk. It was a strange sound to hear coming from the PC's speakers. A strange sound, indeed.

Tomorrow I'll be able to look at my balance and know how ker-plunk feels. It's going to be good, I can already tell. From all these hours away.

Meanwhile, I received an email. From a guy from a long while ago. In the day or so that my profile was viewable on match, I've already heard that a couple of folks saw it. The guy who sent me the email was someone I communicated with briefly. We never did actually meet up... mostly because the one time he asked me was when he was getting together with his hockey team. Sound like the beginning of a porn movie? I thought so too... so I didn't go. I emailed him back, however. We'll see. Though I very much doubt it'll go anywhere beyond the pleasantries we've already exchanged.

And someone else has found their way back... and he's been better this time... though I'm certainly not counting on much. If he wants me, he can chase me. I'm owed that by now. Honestly, if any guy wants me, he can chase me. Not that I'm going to be unswerving or purposely difficult but I've got a good life by myself, I'm not ready to drop it for the sake of what might be... but I would be willing to alter it a bit for the sake of what is.

Ker-plunk! That's also the sound of me laying down the law in my dating life.