That Dating Thing
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is over for now. I’m not deleting my dating site profile, but it’s just not working for me right now.
Maybe some other time.
A brief update on the dating thing.
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It’s the bottom of the ninth, the bases are loaded. the bases are loaded. Two up, two down. It all comes down to this, ladies and gentlemen…
The batter steps into the box
Here’s the windup and the pitch and
OHMYGOD SHE JUST HIT HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A FASTBALL!!!! He’s outta here, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t worry, the EMTs will take him to *heh* have his head examined.
The Second Date and I are still conversing periodically, but it seems he has his life set up quite comfortably as-is at the moment.
There was a potential third date - it is he that got popped in the head with a fastball. It became clear to me a week or so ago that he was most likely not someone I would want to KEEP around. I left the line of communication open anyway, thinking that maybe (insert excuse for inexcusable behavior) and we would still be able to talk or something. Since my IMs are going unanswered, I’m left to make the assumption that I was the one being addressed in a journal entry as “Ms. Gameplayer” and accused of disrespecting his time. (While I was sick, and had a sick kid, and…..yeah.)
It’s very frustrating.
I’ll live.
About the Date: The Play by Play
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First of all - since this was my second date since moving home I have made the decision to dub him
Unless/until he gives me permission to use his real name, anyways.
The day started out as all “special occasion” days do - with low-grade anxiety. He lives 80 miles away, and I hadn’t heard from him. I whined to my girlyfriend that he was going to stand me up.
Being the reasonable person she is, she yelled at me to STFU and chill.
After a few text messages, we met up at Fourth of July Park and I got a gooooood hug. We talked for a bit, then decided to hit the China Palace right down the street. The food was outstanding, although I did notice the piano instrumental version of “Sea of Love” playing repeatedly in the background. I’m not sure if it’s because we were there long enough to hear the entire CD through a few times (probably). The music wasn’t loud and obnoxious - I just happened to catch it as we were talking. I’ve gotten takeout but never eaten in the restaurant. Since it’s a nonsmoking environment, I will most likely take the boys there during the after-lunch lull and let them get accustomed to eating from a plate and silverware instead of waxed paper & all the grease they could handle.
After deciding that we’d warmed the chairs in the restaurant long enough, a driving tour of Kernersville was decided upon. We cruised through the retail, business, and historic districts and he got to drool all over the architecture. That managed to kill oh…30 - 45 minutes or so? It *was* Saturday, after all.
Then we went back to the park to talk. And talk. And neck like a couple of teenagers *heh*.
The End.
Or not.
HEH!
written with Joe in my lap. Will edit for clarity later
In with a bang, out with something MUCH quieter.
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Ladies and Gentlemen, The First Date in Four Years has left the building
Unfortunately, there’s not a lot to rehash. He’s a busy man and got even busier after we met. Due to technological pecularities, we were only able to converse while he was in the office- with me initiating most of the conversations. I got less and less comfortable with that as time went on - I had promised myself that in order to avoid that whole “He’s not THAT into you” syndrome that I’d leave most (80-90%) of the chasing to the guy.
I was planning on delivering the news in person the next time we saw each other (hopefully tonight), but he whipped out the “let’s be friends” speech first thing this morning.
Hopefully, he meant it.
For the first time in nearly four years
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I went on a date last weekend. The buildup to the date was sweet. The date itself was a moment unto itself. We had agreed to meet at Applebee’s. There was just one teeny problem.
I have anxiety issues. I’m a lot better than I was, but it’s still a problem at times.
In order to avoid a pre-date anxiety attack, I ended up not actually specifying a time for our date. I know it was probably one of the more frustrating aspects of the evening, but it was a necessary thing. (The alternative was/is medication - and being medicated on a first date isn’t necessarily a good thing.)
The good news is - I did NOT have a full-blown panic attack (though there were a few moments I wondered….).
I pulled into the parking lot, walked in and sat on the nice little “waiting” bench for him to come in. He came in almost immediately after me. We held hands at the table and we talked.
We sent the server packing so many times (without an order) that he finally said “Y’all give a high-sign when you’re ready to order, I’m going to these other tables.” It was all well and good because we were STILL talking.
At one point, I said “I hate stupid people.” He leaned across the table and kissed me. (!!!!!)
Finally, I suggested we get an appetizer or something to keep them happy. We ordered nachos, and then let them sit. We were talking. *heh*
At long last, the restaurant got too crowded for my comfort. We hopped into my van to continue our conversation and determine where (if) we would go to a park for a walk or something. Two (or so? I totally lost track of time) hours later, we still hadn’t made a decision on which park etc. BUT
I got a really nice hug and even more kisses and
I think I might have to be careful, and not be too greedy.
