I clearly don't do guarded optimism

I've never had a correspondence quite like this one. The rest of Nerve bores me. I listened to his voicemail three times.

And next week at this time, I will either be ridiculously, foolishly happy (with the bittersweet task of once again telling The Poet we should see other people, not long after he was talking about how he'd totally come see me in Duluth if I got a job there)....or I will be banging my head against my desk, failing to focus on prep, and wondering why I once again let myself get textually invested in someone before meeting him in real life.