Lunch

Well, lunch was, it was fine. Conversation did not flow by any stretch. It was kind of work keeping the conversation going, really. There was a little of that Saturday night, not really, but kind of, and I chalked it up to first date nerves.

Maybe he's kind of shy. I don't know.

He's still cute, though. (-: And apologized for being late. I hadn't realized he was, but apparently he was five minutes picking me up. So he's still very nice.

Said he'd give me a call next week and we'd see what was going on - mentioned that he knew the holidays were busy, etc.

Hm. I don't know.

At any rate, there is another possible potential maybe guy on the horizon. He came in the law office where I worked this summer and I remember his asking me questions about something and it wasn't until an hour or so after he left did it occur to me that he was probably just trying to make conversation.

Apparently then I wasn't ready to date really. Buddy, I am now.

His name has popped up a couple of times and now I'm on a mission to officially meet him. He's divorced, very cute, a business owner who's apparently smart. He's older than I am, which I love.

I HAVE to meet this guy before some other divorcee gets her hooks into him!

See, this way, if I have two possible options, it helps split my obsession so I don't get too wrapped in any one person.