Dating, Interrupted
Last weekend, dear friend Laura and her daughter came to visit. Saturday we felt brave and we ventured forth to a nearby town to try our hand at some casual shopping with the two kiddos in tow. Laura’s daughter is self possessed, poised, and rarely whiny. She is the opposite of loud. Dear son, however, is um, well, more high maintenance, shall we say. I mean, he’s adorable and charming and my heart and all that, but, well, expeditions with him tend to be adventures (you all remember The Great Zoo Event in May, right?).
It was a busy morning and afternoon. After we returned home, moved some furniture, watched some E!, I picked up my cell phone and realized that I had not thought of any boys all day long. Seriously. I hadn’t thought about CyberGuy, who I have a date with Saturday (another post on that soon), or Flybastard or Nola Guy or the guy from Nashville (let’s call him George because he seems as earnest and sweet as a George Strait song. Plus he rides horses and all so it fits). It was rather a revelation. Any of you who know me well enough to be reading this blog must know how unusual that behavior is for me, right?
I have turned down a date for this weekend with George, who seems really sweet but…I don’t know. I have also turned down dinner invitations for this weekend or next from two other guys. Actually, I don’t know that I so much turned them down as I made vague, lame excuses for being busy over the next couple of weeks but that hasn’t seemed to deter either, you know, because of the whole men as pursuers/women as prey thing.
This seems like a good thing, right? All these guys interested in me? Not really. Because all I’ll have to do is meet them and then they won’t be interested anymore. Okay, that’s not exactly true. All I have to do is meet them AND act interested in them. That will run ‘em off like nobody’s business.
The thing is…see, for the last few days I’ve been feeling almost, well, resentful of the time these guys are demanding. George called Sunday night and I just plain didn’t feel like talking so I didn’t answer the phone. Another guy emailed yesterday, wanting to know if he had done something that made me angry or upset with him (sigh) which was not, in fact, the case. Then I felt obligated, after he kindly asked, to be online last night so we could instant message. Really, though, I just wanted to be in bed with my book and get a good night’s rest.
Then again, I needed (okay, wanted) to call Nola guy. Now he, I must say, I find intriguing. I actually would like to meet him. Oddly enough, as I was thinking that I would like to call him if I wasn’t so sleepy, I checked my email and had a message from him.
But I digress. This new attitude is foreign and strange and quite welcome. Of course, it may or may not last; how many times have you heard me say that I was sick of the whole dating thing and that this is absolutely THE LAST TIME?
It was a busy morning and afternoon. After we returned home, moved some furniture, watched some E!, I picked up my cell phone and realized that I had not thought of any boys all day long. Seriously. I hadn’t thought about CyberGuy, who I have a date with Saturday (another post on that soon), or Flybastard or Nola Guy or the guy from Nashville (let’s call him George because he seems as earnest and sweet as a George Strait song. Plus he rides horses and all so it fits). It was rather a revelation. Any of you who know me well enough to be reading this blog must know how unusual that behavior is for me, right?
I have turned down a date for this weekend with George, who seems really sweet but…I don’t know. I have also turned down dinner invitations for this weekend or next from two other guys. Actually, I don’t know that I so much turned them down as I made vague, lame excuses for being busy over the next couple of weeks but that hasn’t seemed to deter either, you know, because of the whole men as pursuers/women as prey thing.
This seems like a good thing, right? All these guys interested in me? Not really. Because all I’ll have to do is meet them and then they won’t be interested anymore. Okay, that’s not exactly true. All I have to do is meet them AND act interested in them. That will run ‘em off like nobody’s business.
The thing is…see, for the last few days I’ve been feeling almost, well, resentful of the time these guys are demanding. George called Sunday night and I just plain didn’t feel like talking so I didn’t answer the phone. Another guy emailed yesterday, wanting to know if he had done something that made me angry or upset with him (sigh) which was not, in fact, the case. Then I felt obligated, after he kindly asked, to be online last night so we could instant message. Really, though, I just wanted to be in bed with my book and get a good night’s rest.
Then again, I needed (okay, wanted) to call Nola guy. Now he, I must say, I find intriguing. I actually would like to meet him. Oddly enough, as I was thinking that I would like to call him if I wasn’t so sleepy, I checked my email and had a message from him.
But I digress. This new attitude is foreign and strange and quite welcome. Of course, it may or may not last; how many times have you heard me say that I was sick of the whole dating thing and that this is absolutely THE LAST TIME?
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