Thanks to your wonderful words of advice . . .
I called him last night.
I got his voicemail. Left a brief: "Hey there! It's Meghan. I thought I might let you take me out to dinner, if you are still so inclined. You can get back to me at the following number . . . "
I then replayed the message over and over in my head until I felt like an idiot. But whatever. I'll let you know if and when he calls back.
I split the difference between Adam and Muffin. I was about at the day and a half mark . . . kind of. So, semi-playing the game while not playing. I feel as though there should be a guy in a black and white striped shirt with white pants and a whistle following me around . . . "Delay of Game! 5 day penalty. He won't call until Sunday."