OK: the trauma and how it unfolded.
I accidentally sent the German an email, as you might have figured. The email was badly timed, after my wonderful night out with him, and feeling deliriously happy, I sent him an email which was actually meant for an aquiantance. You see, we both got invited to a Christmas party but this such aquiantance. I freaked out, not wanting anybody to think I was in any sort of rebound relationship (my friends know what is going on, but not the rest of Joburg, which suited me fine.) I basically tried to play down everything that's going on with me and German. I said he's a random score, nothing long-term, not ready to do social occasions with him.
Which evidently makes me the antichrist, and the poor guy was devastated, naturally, when he read it.
So two excruciating days passed, where I tried to explain to him that I was downplaying everything cos I am freaking out and that I do in fact really like him.
Finally, last night, after he'd had a couple of beers, he phoned me and asked if we could meet. We chatted about it, him obviously angry and hurt, and I said "Well I can understand if you think I'm a fickly bitch, who cares too much what people think, and if you want to never talk to me again, I don't blame you."
He said ordinarily, he would have told me to fuck off. But he said he can't because he likes me too much. So he's basically giving me another chance. I'd better not fuck this up. I am a lucky girl.
Because that email would've had ME crying for a week.
I'm taking him out for dinner. I even said he could order the lobster thermidor if he likes.