Roid Rage?

I spend six hours with Tiffany this afternoon. Our coffee date morphs into a long meander through a park, then drinks and a shared plate of fried crayfish at a bar. Finally I pull myself away because I'm to meet Becky to see Michael Moore's "Sicko" at a second run theatre.

I get home after midnight, and am a little disappointed that there is no message from Mike. I remind myself that he has a lot on his plate... Still, it's another reason getting sexual so quickly was a mistake; it makes Failure to Phone within two days of ominous portent, whereas if we'd just chatted over the single drink, as planned, it would hardly register.

However, there is a rather snippy message from "Hulk Hogan." You remember, this is the "neighbor" who recognized my face online after seeing me at an intersection last week.

This is our exchange verbatim:

Me: Wow! I'm surprised that you would recognize me. I wonder where you'll see me next! Maybe we'll run into one another at the library sometime. [Mon. am]

Hulk: Yeah, we should get together. I have been known to go into the library once in a while. [Mon. pm]

Hulk: I am going to the library after I lift weights today, will you be there? Let me know. [Tues. am]

Sadly, I do not check my messages from Monday evening until Wednesday morning, because I am, as you know, otherwise engaged!

Hulk: I missed you at the library yesterday! Too bad! When will you be there next? [Tues. pm]

Me: I may pop in to return some overdue items tomorrow (Thursday) around noon. [Wed. am]

Hulk: That message you received was sent A LONG TIME AGO. Tomorrow is my birthday and I am busy. I'll let you know when I have some free time, but it's RARE that I do. You know, you may want to check your messages more OFTEN so you keep up to date... [Wed. pm]

Note To Self: Do not pull a "Hulk Hogan" style hissy-fit when Mike finally calls. Which he is bound to do, tomorrow, right?

RIGHT???