Scope creepers

"..... so, should I give you a ring when I'm next back in London?" he finishes his long email. Eh? What? Hey, stop now, hold your horses please. This is not according to the rules and my plans. Sweet mister, we met in a bar, you were gorgeous and sweet, we made out, you came home with me, you went in the middle of the night ("have to get some sleep before flying about 600 people in a jumbo-jet three times around the globe plus maybe also a nip up to the moon blah blah blah"), you gave me a brief kiss on the cheek, you took my email address, and then you were gone. Like a New Zealand breeze in the clear sky. All according to plan. Perfect. Just what I really needed. And now this! Read my lips Captain, you are not supposed to email me and say sweet and intelligent things and suggest to meet up again! We went the whole way on the first night silly! You're not interested any longer remember! You're supposed to disappear and never be heard of again!

Bah. You never win, do you?