Perfection
It took me 41 years to finally experience the perfect date... The kind of date where you just never want it to end. And I think there's both promise and potential here... He's already made plans for date number two and I've never wanted a week to move faster than I do right now... I'm totally putting the cart before the horse but I think there's a good chance this just might move in the direction of...
Dating: A follow up
I need a new laptop. Preferably one that works. So much to say, so much to tell, and of course more than a few stories that will make you laugh, cry, and quite possibly wonder why it is I never seen to figure out the lesson without having to learn it more than just a few times. I always say for a reasonably intelligent woman, I can be awfully stupid sometimes...
Take my recent foray back into the dating world which quite frankly is a cesspool of fish I'd rather throwback than catch. Two nights ago I met with a gentleman named Mike. At first Mike seemed like a nice guy, he was tall - at least 6 feet, broad shoulders, held the door open for me and had the ability to carry on a conversation. Unfortunately that conversation revolved around both of his ex-wives for over two hours. At one point I remember grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder in what must've been a somewhat not-so-subtle sign that I was ready to go... He however must have interpreted that to mean tell me more and so he did...
After another hour of intense listening and nodding my head a few times to keep from nodding off we made our way back to his car and in turn back to mine where we shared that always delightful moment of going our separate ways. (I've got to admit I've had little to no practice saying Sayanora at the end of a date being that I'm the queen of really bad decisions... And trust me, we'll talk about HIM later.)
So there we were in that awkward moment when two people just kind of stare at each other without really knowing what to do or say and so I said goodbye, gave a wave and drove off into the sunset. He sent me a message the next day that said, " I don't think we're comparable." And since I didn't think we were compatible (and who knows probably not comparable either), I agreed.
Score one for me for getting to this juncture of our not going to happen relationship without sleeping with him because really this IS a proud moment.
Take my recent foray back into the dating world which quite frankly is a cesspool of fish I'd rather throwback than catch. Two nights ago I met with a gentleman named Mike. At first Mike seemed like a nice guy, he was tall - at least 6 feet, broad shoulders, held the door open for me and had the ability to carry on a conversation. Unfortunately that conversation revolved around both of his ex-wives for over two hours. At one point I remember grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder in what must've been a somewhat not-so-subtle sign that I was ready to go... He however must have interpreted that to mean tell me more and so he did...
After another hour of intense listening and nodding my head a few times to keep from nodding off we made our way back to his car and in turn back to mine where we shared that always delightful moment of going our separate ways. (I've got to admit I've had little to no practice saying Sayanora at the end of a date being that I'm the queen of really bad decisions... And trust me, we'll talk about HIM later.)
So there we were in that awkward moment when two people just kind of stare at each other without really knowing what to do or say and so I said goodbye, gave a wave and drove off into the sunset. He sent me a message the next day that said, " I don't think we're comparable." And since I didn't think we were compatible (and who knows probably not comparable either), I agreed.
Score one for me for getting to this juncture of our not going to happen relationship without sleeping with him because really this IS a proud moment.
