Um, yeah.

I was planning to write a follow-up to Monday’s announcement that I was going to make physical — and verbal, GASP! — contact with dude on a plane. But after investigating where he wanted to meet, I wished I had never stolen home plate.

SIDENOTE: At least my regret inspired some useful advice from our Chief Editor.

So yeah, dude on a plane suggested we meet at a crowded bar the size of a broom closet that’s known for loud noise and tropical drinks strong enough to knock out an elephant.

I can fathom 2 possible reasons for this suggestion: a) he wanted desperately to appear like a fun guy who likes bitch drinks; or b) he thought that because I took the reigns after 2 months of him beating around the bush via email, I was looking for a rum-filled romp.

I can’t speak for him and his beverage preferences, but I hate rum and am not into drunken sex with men with Yahoo! email addresses.

So I canceled the date. Via email.

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Dude on a plane sent me a text message!

After more than two months of occasional neutral “Hey, how are you, ttyl” type emails, this gentleman has taken our relationship to the next level by sending a “Hi, just keeping in touch” text!

Whether this is the modern male’s way of e-courting, I have no idea, but I’ve noticed a common theme in each of his messages:

Never has he hinted to the idea of going out on a first date, or being interested in anything more than being pen pals. There have been suggestions to go to places that he and his friends might be, but never a, “Hey, want to come to this movie that I’m also attending? Maybe we can sit next to each other, and possibly even speak?”

Even this latest text clearly stated he was sending it to me in order to keep in touch and say hi, but nothing more.

So I wrote back: “Great to hear from you! I’m doing well. Would you like to meet up sometime?”

He wrote back immediately. We’re going out on Wednesday.

But wait — following these rules of first-base email, second-base text, did I just steal home plate? Does that make me an e-slut?

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I met a snake dude on a plane, who, after an hour of easy conversation and drowning slightly in his big blue eyes (barf, I know) asked for my business card. Of course, I was fresh out of cards (fuck you, Murphy) so I wrote my name and cellphone number on a piece of paper. After taking it, dude-on-a-plane handed it back and said, “Hey, put your email on here.” Odd, but sure, whatev. He’s cute and knows how to surf.

It’s been two weeks and the only form of communication he has used so far was a text message (which was a response to one from me) and two emails, each one sent on Monday around the same time.

Has today’s single male given chivalrous courtship a makeover? Or are emails the new “first base?” I dunno how many times I’m going to have to check my Gmail — and double-check my grammar — before I get a second-base text message, but I’d rather find a way to steal third and head straight to home plate.

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