Great! Scott!

All right. So I have Scott's number. What do I do with it?

Events leading up to this acquisition are easier to explain.

I'd had a fairly craptastic week at work. I won't go into detail but it involves an erratic email server that ate a morning's worth of emails, someone accusing me of being patronising in an email when all I did was defend one of my writers' rights to contact a source connected with them, and the advertorialesque case study that wouldn't die.

That is all.

The weekend started off fairly strangely. I was trying to mix a cocktail I call 'I Love Vodka', which is basically Alchemy Love syrup (rose and lime) with vodka. The syrup bottle said it required a 1:10 ratio so I duly poured the 1:10. It tasted like metho. So I diluted it so it was 1:10 cordial, then vodka on top of that. It worked - only I had more cocktails than I needed. I drank about half of them and poured the rest in a bottle, which I took home. Too late, the damage was done - I was drunk.

Luckily I had a night in. I sat down and watched the first two episodes of 'Firefly'. In the middle there was a knock at the door - it was a neighbour telling me that the water would be off for half an hour because of a burst pipe in the front lawn.

But I must have been mistaken. She must have said 'in half an hour' because when I went to wash the dishes only a dribble came out. I managed to clean my teeth with one cup of water, but had to forego a shower. Got to bed at like 9pm still dirty and drunk and partially thirsty (managed to scavenge a bottle of water from the fridge).

Because I went to sleep so early I woke up at 9am the next morning so managed to squeeze in breakfast with laundry alongside two more episodes of 'Firefly'. Then did a little work, then went to meet Assie at Newtown as we were going to The Idea of North at The Factory Theatre. Gig was pretty good. The singers are all really personable - and funny - which made the night fly by.

Anyway, so I was also invited to Ness' TV warming party but I told her I probably wouldn't be able to go as I was going to the gig. As it turned out, the gig finished at 10:30pm and I managed to skim a lift off Assie's cousin who took me to Sydenham Station, just 15 mins train ride from Ness' place.

When I got there, there was one person crashed out on the couch, a YouTube VJ and a bunch of them playing Uno at the kitchen table. The only person I didn't know was Kim, Russ' friend, who also knew Pape and Scott through Scouts.

So I chatted to Ness for a bit and ate cake, then a few of them left for their respective abodes (trains don't run late from Hurstville) and I jumped into several rounds of Uno of which I only won two.

Ness and Russ went to bed earlyish but the rest of us kept playing 90s pop video clips until four of us ended up crashing out on the couch to the season 1 DVD of 'Flight of the Conchords'. The only problem with this is that the couch is designed to fit two people lengthwise so we all had our feet hanging off the edge (except Pape, who is short!) and were short of blankets so we had to gather some coats together. Actually, that's kind of funny, thinking about it now.

I was on the end of the couch next to Scott. I'd decided that Ness was lying about him liking me and just wanted to go to Jewish heaven for matchmaking so I was once again okay about it and sure enough there was nothing to indicate any specific feelings towards me.

But you already know the end of the story. The next morning, after brunch of chicken rice (gotta love Hurstville), Pape and Scott were leaving just as I was thinking 'am I going to go through this again?' (ie not sure if he'll ask for my number, not really caring, but then thinking 'what the hell, why don't I ask for his?' etc). So I asked if they were interested in seeing Augie March on Friday night, a gig at the Metro. And they said maybe. And we all exchanged numbers.

Oh yeah, I know, Pape will probably be there too so it's not a date, if they turn up. Actually, if only one of them turns up it's likely to be Pape because he's like that, reliably supportive but I hold hopes for Scott. The main thing is that I have his number.

So I went home and had a shower and then walked to Emese's place for her birthday tea (Emese is my masseuse and a really lovely, unbelievably nice person). Then came home, watched an episode of 'Firefly' (I can't get enough!), did some work and slept before midnight to catch up on the winks.

But back to my question: Scott's number, what do I do with it? It's not as simple as calling him. It's not that I'm afraid to, or afraid of rejection, truly it isn't. It's just something that Ass and I talked about last week: despite women's lib and all that, there's a place in society for the male chaser in heterosexual relationships.

We believe he has to feel as if he's the active one and the female, however dominant she really is, has to allowed herself to be pursued. This is basically the structure of the relationship, although everyone knows the reality is that the female rules the relationship through letting the male believe he's ruling the relationship.

Yes, it's that complicated. But I asked the tarot about it and it says that I have to be the decision-maker. I'm going to leave it a few days and ask again just to be sure (hey, I'm a novice reader, I probably make a lot of mistakes). And then I'm going to ask whether he's free on the weekend and I'll let you know how it goes.

How much do I like him? Enough to go through this.