Hand Number

Last night, on my way back from a party, a 50 something year old man wrote his phone number on my hand. His name is Teddy. He stressed that he was off work today and wanted to talk to me. He was nice. He was respectful. He wasn't bad looking. Listening to his conversation on the train, his kids aren't that much younger than me, so it wouldn't be creepy to talk to him. But quite honestly, although I' lonely, I need a man in my life like a hole in my foot. I'm an emotional basket case under an emense amount of stress. I can only see having a man, even casually in my life, contributing to me being more unstable. Maybe I will text him. I will let you know.