I am such a dork!

Ok, so a few days ago, I get a message on a dating site and it's from a stylist (guy) at a salon I service. OMG how embarrassing for someone who KNOWS me to see me on there! But, I've seen him a few times at the salon and he seemed pretty cool. So, there's this party Friday, Queer Christmas, and I thought it would be fun to ask him to go. I mean, he's around the gays all the time, so at least I know he's tolerant. Very important to me.
So, I'm at work, and figure I'd write him a note for when I drop off their delivery today, asking him if he wants to go. This is where I get so dorky. I wanted to write a note with boxes to check for if he did or didn't want to go. Here's what I wrote:
Hi Jim!
Do you want to go to a party @FEZ with me on Friday?
Check one:
[ ] Yes
[ ] No
[ ] Hell no

Alfaparf Amy (that's what he called me in the email. It's the name of one of the lines we carry)
and I put my phone number on it. We couldn't figure out WHAT to write it on. A sticky note seemed tacky (literally!) and a business card was stupid. Jenni From Work (JFW from now on!) and I were trying to find something to write it on. She comes out of the kitchen...with this little white bag in her hand. It's been in the kitchen for 3 weeks. Full of soy sauce, mustard sauce and a fortune cookie. "No way!" I say. She says "Come on, it's original and what do you have to lose?" Then we start laughing. How cool would it be to get a bag of condiments with an invite to go out with Fabulous????
So, nervous as Hell (I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO shy about boys) I take it to the salon. The receptionist was in on it and he was standing there...so I kinda dropped it on her desk with their delivery and said "OMG you have to give it to him for me!" The owner was standing there, too, and I didn't want to make an ass out of myself in front of my most favorite client in the WORLD!
I called an hour later to see if she had given it to him. Now...the wait. Is he gonna call?????????
He called! Laughing about the Chinese condiment bag! We talked for about a half hour or so (I'm looking in my phone for the call duration. I'll never forget this!) OK it was 43:21 minutes.
He can't come to the party because his friend is getting his Master's and graduating that night. But, he said as soon as Xmas was over, we'd do something. Cool!

Oh, and today I was offered to go full-time at my part-time job. I can't WAIT to quit my day job. My boss is a total cunt.