She wrote me a couple months ago, saying she was flying to the U.S. "Do you want to meet me in Vegas?"
Um. Yes? I couldn't think of anything I would rather do, actually.
Yesterday she wrote to say that the U.S. trip was off, but if I wanted to join her Thailand spa vacation for a month, here are her travel plans...
I'm not sure why it's so different, but it just is. It ups the ante considerably, and I'm not talking about the money. Talk about a pressure-cooker of a first date. It could be the most romantic thing ever. It could veer platonic and still be unassailably cool. It could also be the most spectacularly dumb use of time and money ever.
This is, after all, someone I do not really know, for all the tomes we've written in IM. I'm not sure how she describes me, but I'm pretty sure it's with more depth than I do her: "the hot Jewish chick."
Going would be bad...right?