Sure, that would be great

For the last three days, when my phone buzzed with a text message, I secretly hoped it was The Sculptor coming through with some great excuse as to his absence, even though we all know it doesn't work like that. Would you like to have coffee sometime continued to hang in the text message stratosphere, unanswered.

And of course, today, while engrossed in uploading secret girly playlists to my phone, he sent me a message. Sure, that would be great was all he said.

Did I miss something here?

It's been three days. Three days I have spent assuming, with a flick of the Android, that I created a really awkward dynamic with someone I will occasionally see at work. 

But he said yes! He said he wants to have coffee with me!

Then he said, Sorry it took me so long to respond, I was camping. 

And now it all makes sense. Whew. Dodged a bullet. I suppose I could go into the details, the awkward arrangements - how does one do these sorts of things? After all the dates I've had, I still have no idea. But we're meeting for coffee in a few days for a nice, safe day date, and if it turns out we have nothing to talk about, hopefully we will both be adults about it and pretend it never happened upon our next run in at our mutual workplace.

I want it to be something. But now I'm worried I've mistaken sexual attraction for intellectual compatibility. Can I ever get both? Can I ever not think it to death?