the scot, part 3

the scot's name is officially mud.

following a conversation with a friend about my situation with the scot, i realized that the girl who told me about his alleged girlfriend wanted him for herself. therefore, she had no reason to do me any favors and was probably lying about his purported relationship. this realization and the scot's continued messages convinced me to give him another chance.

after almost three months of failed meeting attempts, the scot and i met for coffee (tea for me). not surprisingly, he barely recognized me and things were awkward. as it turns out, he is extremely soft-spoken and shy (though no less roguish), and so, had difficulty meeting my eyes for most of our time together. it was sort of endearing at the time, but now i think it had more to do with guilt than coy modesty.

near the end of our time together, i decided to get the girlfriend question out of the way. thus, i asked, very directly, "[jealous girl] told me your girlfriend was visiting this week. where does she live?" to which he responded, without pausing, "in [large city]."

update (5/4/07): what makes this story even more incredible is the fact that he was still sending me messages a week later.