I enjoyed talking with her, we shared some laughs, some insights and generally went through the process of getting to know each other again - the way you have to, when you've started through email.
I'm intrigued and want to meet her in person.
But. But but but ...
She mentioned, apologetically, that she was eating Skittles or some similar candy. "That's okay," I said. "I didn't hear a thing."
"It's the first thing I've eaten for two days," she said.
I suggested that didn't sound all that healthy.
"I know," she said. "I'm getting really bad. I'm 5'7" and I'm down to 87 pounds."
5'7. 87 pounds.
Now, I like a slender woman as much as the next guy (okay: more than the next guy), but that sounds anorexic to me.
My brain says: "This girl is trouble. You don't know her very well. You have no obligations to her. Flee! Flee! Flee!"
But ... Well, but nothing. Mr. Brain is correct. Getting involved with her is just asking for trouble, isn't it? Isn't it?