the mathematician called me last night while i was napping before my dress rehearsal. i didn’t hear the phone because i shut the ringer off, because inevitably, i would get a million calls while trying to nap (and i did get 4, as it happens).

his message was sweet. you may remember that a few days ago (i think it was wed? maybe?) we saw each other on the street after work. he asked for my number then, but didn’t write it down because “i’m good with numbers.” i wondered if he forgot it.

apparently he didn’t. he said he was calling to say hi, to see if he remembered my number correctly, and he said he knew that i was really busy this week, but maybe we could make plans to do something next week. he hoped my rehearsals were going well.

well. how nice is he? first he asks me out. then he calls at a decent interval, remembers that i am busy, isn’t pushy or rude about it, and remembers that i am singing and wishes me well with that.

uhm. what planet is he from?

sigh. i’m so glad. a nice friend? perhaps more. we shall see.

he has this cute boyishness to him, both in his face, and in his demeanor. i like it. i’m pretty sure he’s older than me, but not too much older.