Perhaps I was wrong.

My phone rang ~12:30 today. The voice on the other end started in, rather abruptly, with, "I thought you said you go to the 11am."
It was obvious who it was--the individual formerly known as "mystery man." I replied, "I said that I _sometimes_ go to the 11am. I woke up with a sore throat this morning, so I stayed home." He actually seemed a bit disappointed that I hadn't been at the morning gathering. Perhaps I had read him incorrectly. Maybe I wasn't "crossed off the list" after all. Who knows? I still think he has a bit of growing up to do, though. It's not about age, it's about maturity. Anyway, we talked for a few minutes more and then he closed with, "Will I see you next Sunday?" which I took to mean that he'd like to. Meanwhile, Camille tells me that the CL men we met last Sunday are in town again today. Funny that _she_ was contacted, though, and not I. C'est la vie. "Plenty of fish..." they say.