THE DATE
5:30 p.m. I'm exhausted - it's been a busy day. So I go ahead and leisurely get in the shower, fix hair, put on makeup, and don the outfit, taking my sweet little time. Glance at my watch - freaking only five minutes after six. I've got a looooooong way to go until 7:30.
6:06 Have first glass of wine.
This is the goobiest thing and I can't believe I'm admitting it, but next I made a business card. You know, just in case we do that self-important professional thing where we exhange business cards. In my defense, I do need some anyway and I've been told that more than once. Really. Besides, designing them and printing and cutting them out helped eat up some time.
In the meantime, also pick up a jillion Red Hot candies that dear son repeatedly spills on the carpet. I think he does it it for the fun of hearing me say, "Don't spill those! Watch what you're doing! Don't eat those off the floor!"
Start on second glass of wine.
At 7:22 the phone rings. It's Date, calling to say he is running about 5 minutes late. How nice that was.
At 7:36 he drives up and rings the doorbell and yea! he's cute! I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't want to get my hopes up, so I had imagined a beard and potbelly. He has neither - blondish hair, slender, and just cute. As I'd heard he was into horses, I had also half-expected he may have on worn jeans, boots, and a big ole belt buckle. Nope - nice dress shirt and slacks. And boots, I think, but I like boots. I like jeans, too, as far as that goes, but ya know.
Conversation is a little stiltled on the 30-minute drive to the restaurant. Not awkward, just not quite flowing. That first little bit is always trying.
He had been to the freaking coast and back yesterday! Had taken a load of food, clothes, and toys to a shelter. Like I said, very nice guy. But good grief I would have been so tired.
We got to a restaurant I like that he had already picked. We stayed there for something like two hours -- conversation picked up. And I was quite surprised at how quickly the time had gone by, so that must have been a good sign.
I can't believe this but I have to stop now. Dear son's Christmas program is this morning and I've got to get ready to go.
Not to leave anyone hanging - we had a nice time and it sounds like I may be hearing from him again.
Update more later, but it will be this afternoon sometime!
6:06 Have first glass of wine.
This is the goobiest thing and I can't believe I'm admitting it, but next I made a business card. You know, just in case we do that self-important professional thing where we exhange business cards. In my defense, I do need some anyway and I've been told that more than once. Really. Besides, designing them and printing and cutting them out helped eat up some time.
In the meantime, also pick up a jillion Red Hot candies that dear son repeatedly spills on the carpet. I think he does it it for the fun of hearing me say, "Don't spill those! Watch what you're doing! Don't eat those off the floor!"
Start on second glass of wine.
At 7:22 the phone rings. It's Date, calling to say he is running about 5 minutes late. How nice that was.
At 7:36 he drives up and rings the doorbell and yea! he's cute! I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't want to get my hopes up, so I had imagined a beard and potbelly. He has neither - blondish hair, slender, and just cute. As I'd heard he was into horses, I had also half-expected he may have on worn jeans, boots, and a big ole belt buckle. Nope - nice dress shirt and slacks. And boots, I think, but I like boots. I like jeans, too, as far as that goes, but ya know.
Conversation is a little stiltled on the 30-minute drive to the restaurant. Not awkward, just not quite flowing. That first little bit is always trying.
He had been to the freaking coast and back yesterday! Had taken a load of food, clothes, and toys to a shelter. Like I said, very nice guy. But good grief I would have been so tired.
We got to a restaurant I like that he had already picked. We stayed there for something like two hours -- conversation picked up. And I was quite surprised at how quickly the time had gone by, so that must have been a good sign.
I can't believe this but I have to stop now. Dear son's Christmas program is this morning and I've got to get ready to go.
Not to leave anyone hanging - we had a nice time and it sounds like I may be hearing from him again.
Update more later, but it will be this afternoon sometime!
posted by KDA at 8:04 AM
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