It was a low-key Saturday night. I was home, too tired from the workweek and shaking my bom bom the weekend before at LQ’s. (I may be an empowered 31-year-old, but boy do I get tired!) I lay in bed, flipping through channels, when my phone beeped indicating I had a text message. Maybe it was Mr. Alcohol, I thought. He had stuck to the 3-day rule and then some. I looked at my Blackberry screen. Nope, it wasn’t Mr. Alcohol. It was a work email from an unknown contact. I sighed, expecting a message from an advertiser or an email from a potential writer, and clicked it open. I silently read the following message:
“I have been following your columns for a long time. I just wanted to tell you that I can’t believe you are not married with a good man. You have all the qualities that any man would want in a wife. You are smart, beautiful, sexy, funny, insightful and always interesting. I would be lucky to have someone like you in my life.”
“Scorpio?” I said aloud, confused. I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered, scared or accept his invitation. This could turn out to be incredibly romantic or gruesomely frightening. Did I have a stalker on my hands? Was he just a guy who really thought I was great and wanted to meet me? Was I crazy enough to email him back and find out? I didn’t know. So I saved the email, put the phone back down and continued through flip through channels. It was the safest thing to do on a low-key Saturday night.