"That won't get you into his arms..."

All right, I sent Keto an e-mail letting him know about my schedule constraints and suggesting that we discuss getting together before I give my life (and more importantly weekends) over to the pursuit of the Christmas fair.

My e-mail was 342 words. To give you some context, my last post was five times as long. I tried to keep it simple, to the point and I didn't apologize or undercut myself. I asked a question and "no" is a perfectly acceptable answer. Just because I am free this weekend doesn't mean that he is and that is all right.

Now I get to wait for an answer. I do so love waiting. My song seemed an appropriate, albeit rather dated.