As soon as you get home you plop your child on the couch with a snack (Look, Junior! I'm letting you eat in the living room! and it's a sugary one! So stay put!) You contemplate whether you're failing as a parent due to your living room eating allowance and the sugar, but choose to pretend it isn't happening.
You sit down in front of the laptop (huge accomplishment) and just as you're about to click "compose message" you realize you're going to seem overly eager. You don't want her to think you're a loser without any prospects, do you? You decide to wait a bit longer. A sugary snack wasted--blast!
You let a day pass, but you can't take it anymore. Forget the three day rule, you have to email her NOW. You're also a little afraid to wait any longer because what if she thinks I'm not interested? Then you wonder again if you've waited long enough--you want to be sure it's the right time, but then a thought pops into your head This is a way out of the house for goodness' sake! Get on it, woman!
You write the email as fast as your fingers can type. You give it a quick re-read and delete a few wayward exclamation points (no one wants a play date with a desperate whacko).
Day passes. Repeat.
A reply! A date has been made. And angels belt out the Hallelujah Chorus.