So, a few weeks ago, I was on the subway heading into Manhattan to go to an FTM support group and then out with friends. There was a woman in my subway car I recognised from school, and we struck up a conversation. She works in the library, and lives in a museum here in New York. (An historic house, where she gets free rent for being the caretaker.)
To me, our conversation was just an interesting way to while away the subway ride. She was certainly cool, and I wouldn't have minded running into her again, but really didn't have any intentions of seeking her out, even though she'd given me her phone number.
Yesterday, I stopped by my mailbox, a visit that was long overdue, and found a letter from this woman. It's a full page, typed, and she wants to go out for a meal. I'm pretty sure this meal would be a date. The letter also gives about half of her life's story. I suspect from this that she invested more in our conversation than I did. (Is that arrogant of me? I don't mean it to be -- it's very uncomfortable.)
Now, I don't know what to do about this. On the one hand, it probably took her a lot of courage to write the letter. As someone who's rather socially awkward, I can appreciate that. This makes me feel kind of obligated to at least acknowledge the letter.
On the other hand, I'm not interested in dating her, and am feeling kind of resentful that she's making me feel obligated to acknowledge the letter, and be the bad guy who turns her down, and figure out how one goes about doing such a thing. So, I'm tempted not to acknowledge the letter at all, and simply act as though I never received it, if necessary. Since she's going to be changing jobs soon, I'm not so likely to run into her on campus. Does that make me a coward? And is being a coward such a bad thing?