Houston, We've Made Contact

I know, I know. I owe you all an update. My loyal DD readers are wondering what has happened with Mr. Anon, especially after he left the alibi email the other day.

So, I wrote to him, which evolved into a day of extensive Gmail chatting. Blame it on a slow day at work and a bad stomachache that prevented me from leaving my office. The good news: I got some goods. I now know Mr. A's first name, age, where he grew up, colleges and universities attended, prior work experience, past relationship status, favorite movies, and clothing. I know that he likes Onion bagels from H&H. Oh, and I got a picture, from the lips down.

The bad news: I don't know where we met, who sent him my blog, and what his face looks like. "In time," he says. "You just got out of a relationship." Whatever. I think he should step up to the plate and fess up. Your thoughts?

Oh, and a caveat to Mr. Anon and any other potential suitors in my life: I do adhere to doctor/patient confidentiality privileges once we get past the first date. Which is why I never really talked about The Man in prior blogs, and don't have the intention of revealing details of any future partners. Just wanted to make sure you read the fine print.