Yesterday, in a sharp departure from my policy of waiting for him to get in touch with me, I e-mailed W.F. and asked him if he wanted to get together some time.
This turned out to be a mistake.
I got an e-mail back from him today saying he’d love to get together but not on a date, because he didn’t want to be dating anybody right now.
I hate him.
Even if he is a fat sexual compulsive who has any number of good reasons not to want to be dating anybody right now.