My phone was blowing up for 48 hours. His friends found out I had a crush on him. They loved him. They loved me. They loved the idea of us. They were determined to make it happen.
In detailed text messages his best friend told me what to wear on the first date, what to talk about, and what would be the best color flower to win my way into his heart. The whole exchange was rather giddy and juvenile but at least it was a lighthearted way to pass the time during our day jobs.
I was slightly hopeful. My last relationship had fizzled out and the idea of spending time with someone who was familiar but still new seemed doable. Awash in the merriment, I was willing to play along and wear the right shirt and to buy the right flower.
And then I saw his tumblr. In a blog post dated smack in the middle of the text messages between his best friend and me he wrote: