Wednesday, after Fab Fibers, during which HE CALLED ME (because he missed me, and just wanted to hear my voice. I'm all a-flutter. ahem.), I had to take Twin2 out to a friends house in PG. I procrastinated leaving B&N until I had just no time, and had to rush to get him out there.
M is having a rough night, though, so, I'm trying to cheer him up a bit. While I wait for my son to get out to the car, I text him something random, just to give him a laugh. And then I'm driving to PG, so, both of the texts he sends in reply, all I can do is read them, because my son is all in a hurry to get there, and won't let me pull over to text back. Poor guy is waiting 20 min or more for me to answer, and who knows what he's thinking.
I stop in the driveway of the friends house, and text back while I wait to make sure my boy has actually been let in the door. I add a little note, apologizing for the delay, and telling him why. As I back out of the drive, I get this:
"Only 2 more hours and you could be here. :)"
(then, I knock over a garbage can, because, apparently, I can't even back out of a driveway after that.)
I'm tellin' ya, it was all I could do to turn my car towards home instead of heading North. And the number of times I had to pull over... It is not helpful to tell me I'd have to put up with some snuggling, for instance.
That was one seriously intense drive home.
When I finally got home, I ask: feel better?
He says, YES. So, for me, it was worth all the torture on my end.
I know he wasn't serious, and I could tell he was having a good time with it, teasing me.
It was a long time before I could get to sleep that night.
I get to put up with torture like this for a good long time, I'm guessing. That'll be fun.
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Friday, December 16, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
how it started
We met as teenagers. I was 16, he was 17. (He's four months, to the day, older) A friend of mine insisted I had to come to the EFY dance over at BYU. I never attended EFY - couldn't afford it - but I liked to dance, so, I went.
Apparently, one of our other friends had been seriously flirting, all week, with a certain boy. But, as often happens with teenagers, by the end of the week, she'd gone off him. He needed a little extra attention, which is why they asked me to come.
When we arrive, another friend briefs us on the "break-up", advises us to be extra nice, and introduces us to a couple of cute boys. This is M, and his best friend, C.
I'm matched up with C, my friend with M. We dance.
And the whole time, I'm sorta looking over at M, thinking I'd rather be dancing with him. And he's dancing with her, looking over at me, thinking the same thing.
The song ends, and we switch.
New song is Cherish (not the Madonna song, the other one, Kool & the Gang? Can't remember), so it's a slow song.
We dance. We look into each others eyes. And when the song ends, we don't notice. It's all quiet, the floor clears, and we are still standing there, staring at each other.
Our friends have to pull us off the dance floor.
We go outside, all of us, and talk a bit. He's from Lehi, so, not exactly just down the street.
He looks, of all things, like Peter Brady (If you're young, you may have to Google that. Go ahead. I'll wait.).
Dark, curly hair (a little too much of it, but still...) intense blue eyes (which is where I get that weakness - so now you know) and this adorable crooked smile. He's gorgeous. And he's tall. (Being 5'7" from 7th grade on hasn't made it easy for me, boyfriend-wise.)
I'm thinking he'd look better if he cut his hair short, but I don't say anything.
We exchange phone numbers, and other important information, and lament the distance between our houses.
At the end of the evening (I seem to recall our respective friends having to drag us away, but I could be making that up), we both go home and do something that was, at the time, the thing LDS teenagers did after they'd met someone: We prayed about it. Asking if he/she was that person, the one we were meant to be with forever. We didn't discuss it, I didn't know he was doing the same thing I was, it just happened.
When he comes to see me, he's cut his hair. Exactly the way I would have suggested, had I said anything. (It's like a sign!) He's even more adorable. (Think: Tears for Fears - the cute one.)
He tells me that he prayed about me.
We share answers.
They are the same: YES, but not right now. (Totally not making this up. Those exact words, and we both got the same answer.)
We aren't sure what that means, except, we're teenagers, so, duh, not now. We're a little young for that.
Even then, we knew there was more to it than that.
Apparently, one of our other friends had been seriously flirting, all week, with a certain boy. But, as often happens with teenagers, by the end of the week, she'd gone off him. He needed a little extra attention, which is why they asked me to come.
When we arrive, another friend briefs us on the "break-up", advises us to be extra nice, and introduces us to a couple of cute boys. This is M, and his best friend, C.
I'm matched up with C, my friend with M. We dance.
And the whole time, I'm sorta looking over at M, thinking I'd rather be dancing with him. And he's dancing with her, looking over at me, thinking the same thing.
The song ends, and we switch.
New song is Cherish (not the Madonna song, the other one, Kool & the Gang? Can't remember), so it's a slow song.
We dance. We look into each others eyes. And when the song ends, we don't notice. It's all quiet, the floor clears, and we are still standing there, staring at each other.
Our friends have to pull us off the dance floor.
We go outside, all of us, and talk a bit. He's from Lehi, so, not exactly just down the street.
He looks, of all things, like Peter Brady (If you're young, you may have to Google that. Go ahead. I'll wait.).
Dark, curly hair (a little too much of it, but still...) intense blue eyes (which is where I get that weakness - so now you know) and this adorable crooked smile. He's gorgeous. And he's tall. (Being 5'7" from 7th grade on hasn't made it easy for me, boyfriend-wise.)
I'm thinking he'd look better if he cut his hair short, but I don't say anything.
We exchange phone numbers, and other important information, and lament the distance between our houses.
At the end of the evening (I seem to recall our respective friends having to drag us away, but I could be making that up), we both go home and do something that was, at the time, the thing LDS teenagers did after they'd met someone: We prayed about it. Asking if he/she was that person, the one we were meant to be with forever. We didn't discuss it, I didn't know he was doing the same thing I was, it just happened.
When he comes to see me, he's cut his hair. Exactly the way I would have suggested, had I said anything. (It's like a sign!) He's even more adorable. (Think: Tears for Fears - the cute one.)
He tells me that he prayed about me.
We share answers.
They are the same: YES, but not right now. (Totally not making this up. Those exact words, and we both got the same answer.)
We aren't sure what that means, except, we're teenagers, so, duh, not now. We're a little young for that.
Even then, we knew there was more to it than that.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
a moment
to say it's complicated doesn't cover it, not by half.
except, it's not.
because, usually, what people mean by "complicated", when talking about relationships, is that one or the other of them is already "involved" with someone else.
which is certainly not what's going on here.
he's not involved with anyone.
he isn't running away from anything.
and he came looking for me.
it's just that he came looking too soon.
he's not ready.
not in that "I'm just not ready for a relationship" way. no. more of a "my marriage just ended, and even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I'm going to need some time to recover." which is totally, completely, absolutely what he needs to be doing right now.
he does not need to be jumping into a new (old) relationship.
he does not need to be worrying about hurting yet another person he cares about.
part of me wants to tell him (maybe sort of did tell him already) that he should just go away, work through his feelings, find a new normal, put himself back together. and later, when he's ready, when he can finally open his heart again, then, and only then, he can come and find me again.
and that would be, I am pretty sure, the absolute best thing to tell him right now.
but
I also know how very lonely it is where he is. I have been there. and when I was there, he was there for me. he let me know I was worth loving, that I wasn't crazy, or stupid, or mean. he gave me hope. he allowed me to feel normal, even if only for a few minutes.
all that, because he loved me. because he valued me as a person.
it is so scary to open yourself up to someone and share that with them. especially when you know you're not going to be getting anything in return. not because you're not lovable, but because they just aren't capable of giving you anything.
I know how much that meant to me, at that time in my life.
I would like to return the favor, if I can.
but I don't want to be in the way.
he needs time to heal.
except, it's not.
because, usually, what people mean by "complicated", when talking about relationships, is that one or the other of them is already "involved" with someone else.
which is certainly not what's going on here.
he's not involved with anyone.
he isn't running away from anything.
and he came looking for me.
it's just that he came looking too soon.
he's not ready.
not in that "I'm just not ready for a relationship" way. no. more of a "my marriage just ended, and even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I'm going to need some time to recover." which is totally, completely, absolutely what he needs to be doing right now.
he does not need to be jumping into a new (old) relationship.
he does not need to be worrying about hurting yet another person he cares about.
part of me wants to tell him (maybe sort of did tell him already) that he should just go away, work through his feelings, find a new normal, put himself back together. and later, when he's ready, when he can finally open his heart again, then, and only then, he can come and find me again.
and that would be, I am pretty sure, the absolute best thing to tell him right now.
but
I also know how very lonely it is where he is. I have been there. and when I was there, he was there for me. he let me know I was worth loving, that I wasn't crazy, or stupid, or mean. he gave me hope. he allowed me to feel normal, even if only for a few minutes.
all that, because he loved me. because he valued me as a person.
it is so scary to open yourself up to someone and share that with them. especially when you know you're not going to be getting anything in return. not because you're not lovable, but because they just aren't capable of giving you anything.
I know how much that meant to me, at that time in my life.
I would like to return the favor, if I can.
but I don't want to be in the way.
he needs time to heal.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
in other news
You know that thing I've been waiting for?
That certain someone (or possible someone) that seems to have kept me from dating, or meeting new people?
Remember how crazy/stupid that sounded?
(Unless you saw that as romantic, which I totally understand.)
Remember how many times I was just so "over" that, and ready to move on?
Remember how I got all mad a couple weeks ago, and finally was, really and truly, OVER IT?
Turns out, while I still feel it's true that I am no longer "waiting", that I'm finally free, emotionally, to allow others into my life (and heart), it seems that the wait is over.
This may not turn out like I wanted.
This may not work out at all, actually.
But at least, it's started.
And you know what? Whatever happens, I'm good with that.
(also, no matter how many times I try to tell myself I'm not, I am so in love with him. there, I said it.)
That certain someone (or possible someone) that seems to have kept me from dating, or meeting new people?
Remember how crazy/stupid that sounded?
(Unless you saw that as romantic, which I totally understand.)
Remember how many times I was just so "over" that, and ready to move on?
Remember how I got all mad a couple weeks ago, and finally was, really and truly, OVER IT?
Turns out, while I still feel it's true that I am no longer "waiting", that I'm finally free, emotionally, to allow others into my life (and heart), it seems that the wait is over.
This may not turn out like I wanted.
This may not work out at all, actually.
But at least, it's started.
And you know what? Whatever happens, I'm good with that.
(also, no matter how many times I try to tell myself I'm not, I am so in love with him. there, I said it.)
Monday, November 28, 2011
confused
he should not have kissed me,
he should not have kissed me,
he should not have kissed me...
and I definitely should not have kissed him back.
probably.
he should not have kissed me,
he should not have kissed me...
and I definitely should not have kissed him back.
probably.
Fabulous Weekend
It really was. Fabulous, I mean.
I had a brief rendezvous with an old friend. Still dreaming about that.
And then I had my blind date, and he was very nice. Good conversation, charming, funny.
And he wore the same cologne.
I just about fell over.
(Somebody up there must think that's funny.)
I had a brief rendezvous with an old friend. Still dreaming about that.
And then I had my blind date, and he was very nice. Good conversation, charming, funny.
And he wore the same cologne.
I just about fell over.
(Somebody up there must think that's funny.)
Saturday, December 5, 2009
an evening with Michael B
My co-worker, Cookie, brought Michael B, of Singles Ward fame, to our company Christmas party Friday night. He is an absolute hoot! Seriously.
Very friendly, super nice, funny.
I'm not a big fan of his work, but I'm familiar with it. Truth to tell, I don't think I've seen a single one of his movies all the way through. Just parts of a couple of them. He's definitely entertaining.
Apparently, he's a marriage and family counselor for his "steady" job. Interesting.
After the party, we headed over to Cookie's house to see the results of her recent refinishing of all the interior logs of her log home. He came along, of course. We were hanging out, talking, until almost 1am. Talking about, well, just about everything. Movies (Johnny Depp, etc), dating, Oreos (why do we love a burnt chocolate cookie so much?), spelunking, you name it. I was watching him closely, taking mental notes, because I was so impressed with how he made sure to include everyone in the conversation. That's a talent to be admired.
Very friendly, super nice, funny.
I'm not a big fan of his work, but I'm familiar with it. Truth to tell, I don't think I've seen a single one of his movies all the way through. Just parts of a couple of them. He's definitely entertaining.
Apparently, he's a marriage and family counselor for his "steady" job. Interesting.
After the party, we headed over to Cookie's house to see the results of her recent refinishing of all the interior logs of her log home. He came along, of course. We were hanging out, talking, until almost 1am. Talking about, well, just about everything. Movies (Johnny Depp, etc), dating, Oreos (why do we love a burnt chocolate cookie so much?), spelunking, you name it. I was watching him closely, taking mental notes, because I was so impressed with how he made sure to include everyone in the conversation. That's a talent to be admired.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
here's someone I would like to meet:
39 years old
5' 9" (175 cm) tall
Average
Dark Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Divorced
Occupation: Restaurant/Food Service
Some college
6 Children/ 0 at home
Mission: Switzerland
Regularly Attends Church
Temple Worthy
Greeting from dad2six:
I feel my membership on here is something akin to saying: "I'm LDS. I'm Single. I will date, if I can find one. I guess." Said in my best Red Green voice of course. (Bonus points if you know who Red Green is. And Mega Bonus points if you have ever watched.) I DO know who Red Green is, AND I watch the show!
Speaking of voices. I do plenty. My kids are always asking me to do Donald Duck, Goofy, Mickey Mouse, the Swedish Chef, or some accent or another. I used to do Donald Duck in grade school - I never thought I'd meet anyone else who could do that!
I'm firmly planted in gospel soil. My testimony of the Savior and His Gospel is the foundation of all that I do. YES, finally!
will he be interested in me? (and yes, he's serously cute)
(my comments are in green and blue)
5' 9" (175 cm) tall
Average
Dark Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Divorced
Occupation: Restaurant/Food Service
Some college
6 Children/ 0 at home
Mission: Switzerland
Regularly Attends Church
Temple Worthy
Greeting from dad2six:
I feel my membership on here is something akin to saying: "I'm LDS. I'm Single. I will date, if I can find one. I guess." Said in my best Red Green voice of course. (Bonus points if you know who Red Green is. And Mega Bonus points if you have ever watched.) I DO know who Red Green is, AND I watch the show!
Speaking of voices. I do plenty. My kids are always asking me to do Donald Duck, Goofy, Mickey Mouse, the Swedish Chef, or some accent or another. I used to do Donald Duck in grade school - I never thought I'd meet anyone else who could do that!
I'm firmly planted in gospel soil. My testimony of the Savior and His Gospel is the foundation of all that I do. YES, finally!
will he be interested in me? (and yes, he's serously cute)
(my comments are in green and blue)
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Engaged!
My baby sister (okay, she's 27, so it's not like she's super young, but she is the baby of the family) called me this morning to tell me he FINALLY asked her to marry him last night!
Isn't it romantic?!?
Congrats, sis!
Isn't it romantic?!?
Congrats, sis!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
updates (such as they are)
still no dates...but here is what's been happening:
"bonappetit" (aka Mr Persistent) finally answered my email, a month later. whatever! my reply to that was less than enthusiastic (can you blame me?). He asked for my phone number so that we could arrange a date. Am I the only single gal out there following the rules? "do not give out your personal number. Always call from a pay phone or a phone with Caller ID blocking until there is absolute trust" (quoted from LDSSingles online dating safety guide). So, no, he can't have my number. Sure, I'm a big girl, I could make my own decisions on that front, I don't have to follow all the rules. Thing is, I don't want a bunch of guys I haven't met having my phone number. I've watched other single friends deal with unwanted attention from guys they thought were okay until they actually met them. No thanks. If he really wants to date me, we'll just have to agree to meet somewhere. If he doesn't care for that option, fine. (am I picky or what?)
(Remember, he's old enough to be my dad, if only barely, so I'm not over-excited about going out with him anyway.)
"ERL", the one whose profile said he "frequently" attended church, made a nice reply to my question about why that would be, if he planned a temple marriage. He said he didn't realize it said that, since he rarely looks at his own profile. But he didn't seem to want to continue any conversation beyond that. However, he is closer to my age, and he has the 3E's, so I may pursue that later, after the 4th (remember, I host the big family BBQ - tons to do), when I have a minute to think again.
There have been a few other flirts and messages, but nothing else really interesting. Of course, if anything else develops, I'll post it here, I promise.
"bonappetit" (aka Mr Persistent) finally answered my email, a month later. whatever! my reply to that was less than enthusiastic (can you blame me?). He asked for my phone number so that we could arrange a date. Am I the only single gal out there following the rules? "do not give out your personal number. Always call from a pay phone or a phone with Caller ID blocking until there is absolute trust" (quoted from LDSSingles online dating safety guide). So, no, he can't have my number. Sure, I'm a big girl, I could make my own decisions on that front, I don't have to follow all the rules. Thing is, I don't want a bunch of guys I haven't met having my phone number. I've watched other single friends deal with unwanted attention from guys they thought were okay until they actually met them. No thanks. If he really wants to date me, we'll just have to agree to meet somewhere. If he doesn't care for that option, fine. (am I picky or what?)
(Remember, he's old enough to be my dad, if only barely, so I'm not over-excited about going out with him anyway.)
"ERL", the one whose profile said he "frequently" attended church, made a nice reply to my question about why that would be, if he planned a temple marriage. He said he didn't realize it said that, since he rarely looks at his own profile. But he didn't seem to want to continue any conversation beyond that. However, he is closer to my age, and he has the 3E's, so I may pursue that later, after the 4th (remember, I host the big family BBQ - tons to do), when I have a minute to think again.
There have been a few other flirts and messages, but nothing else really interesting. Of course, if anything else develops, I'll post it here, I promise.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
why is he looking...again?
David (yes, that David) has been looking at my profile recently. I don't know exactly when, but I'm guessing just in the last couple of days.
If he's "dating someone else", what is he doing looking at my profile?
If whoever she was didn't work out, and he's thinking of asking me out again, why not just send a message?
Instead, it's like he's spying on me.
If he's "dating someone else", what is he doing looking at my profile?
If whoever she was didn't work out, and he's thinking of asking me out again, why not just send a message?
Instead, it's like he's spying on me.
Friday, May 1, 2009
persistent
So, remember the guy who sent me the Mama Mia themed message? I never did answer him back, but now he's sending me another message, actually asking me to have dinner with him.
He's a little older than I'd prefer, 58, but he is still younger than my dad. Not bad looking.
Maybe...
He's a little older than I'd prefer, 58, but he is still younger than my dad. Not bad looking.
Maybe...
Monday, April 6, 2009
the weekend without the date
First, I'm not upset. I'm more relieved than anything. I knew it was going to take a lot of energy to be charming, or even civil, just because I'm worn out with working long hours, so already the whole idea was stressful to me. Tax season is not the best time to meet me for the first time. (The upside to that is, if he still liked me after meeting me this time of year, he'd really have liked me come June, when my life is more normal.) I'm a little miffed that he cancelled, but only because I think that's rude (and because this means I still haven't been on a date). There are good reasons to cancel a date, but another girl is not an emergency, it's a choice.
An interesting side note: Gardner Mill (where Archibald's restaurant is) was mentioned in one of the talks. (The one about the guy who came here, built the mill with his brother, lost everything, went on a mission, and then built the business back up, only to get called on another mission.) I noticed it, because I'm familiar with the history of the place. I hope if he noticed, he sat there wondering if he should have met me for dinner anyway.
Instead of the date: I worked late, stopped at my parents to help with a quilt for my niece, saw a movie with one of my co-workers, and went home to a good book.
An interesting side note: Gardner Mill (where Archibald's restaurant is) was mentioned in one of the talks. (The one about the guy who came here, built the mill with his brother, lost everything, went on a mission, and then built the business back up, only to get called on another mission.) I noticed it, because I'm familiar with the history of the place. I hope if he noticed, he sat there wondering if he should have met me for dinner anyway.
Instead of the date: I worked late, stopped at my parents to help with a quilt for my niece, saw a movie with one of my co-workers, and went home to a good book.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
David cancelled
says he wants to see how another of his online relationships works out
back to square one
will I ever get a date?
back to square one
will I ever get a date?
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
oh, just forget about the whole thing
I'm channeling Jimmy Stewart this week. Or George Bailey, anyway. You know, the scene in Wonderful Life, where he's sharing the phone with Mary/Donna Reed, talking to Sam in New York? "I don't want any ground floors and I don't want any plastics! I wanna do what I wanna do, and I don't need you or Sam or anyone else..." shortly after which they are passionately kissing as they drop the phone to the floor, Sam still on the line, Mother upstairs looking shocked.
I don't envision my scenario ending quite that well, though.
All week, all I can think is "I know how to live my life as it is, I don't want a date, I don't need a date, I don't want to fall in love with anyone, life is much easier without a relationship anyway..."
I am so stressed out this week at work, this whole thing is probably a bad idea.
I don't envision my scenario ending quite that well, though.
All week, all I can think is "I know how to live my life as it is, I don't want a date, I don't need a date, I don't want to fall in love with anyone, life is much easier without a relationship anyway..."
I am so stressed out this week at work, this whole thing is probably a bad idea.
Friday, March 27, 2009
spineless?
The guy in South Jordan still hasn't asked me out. He sends me this message last week that begins "Oh nameless one" (I forget they don't already know), and so I answer back starting with "He who has not asked me out yet" and ending with, yes, my name, followed by "which isn't as common as some, which makes me easier to track down, and thus more vulnerable". (Hey, you have to be careful, and just how many other girls do you think have my name? Look it up sometime - we're like an exclusive club or something.)
Two messages later, he STILL hasn't asked me out. He just dances around the subject, says he has the kids all the time, etc. I've threatened to refer to him as "spineless one" until he does.
Two messages later, he STILL hasn't asked me out. He just dances around the subject, says he has the kids all the time, etc. I've threatened to refer to him as "spineless one" until he does.
meet me by my locker...
and I'll tell you all about it! (I feel like high school all over again: "so, what's he like?" and all that)
I know, there isn't much more to tell until next week. Except...he just sent me the little flirt that says "sent you a big hug" (with this cute cartoon of a couple hugging).
If he isn't really this cute/fun/nice in person, I will be so crushed.
I know, there isn't much more to tell until next week. Except...he just sent me the little flirt that says "sent you a big hug" (with this cute cartoon of a couple hugging).
If he isn't really this cute/fun/nice in person, I will be so crushed.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
what to wear?
Last night, it hits me: I've got no clue what I'll wear on my date. And I started to panic. I'm not sure I know how to dress for a date anymore. My last date was a lunch, on a working day, so I was in a suit. Maybe a little dressier than an ordinary work day, but I didn't go to a lot of trouble. Plus, I'd already met that guy, spent time with him at a couple of dances, so he'd seen me in a few different outfits, casual to dressy (he, on the other hand, never mind the event, was in jeans every time).
But I'm nervous about this one. This is the big "first impression" here. I want that first look to be memorable, in a good way. Or, at least, not disappointing. And this weather isn't helping. If it's cold and blowing and snowy next Friday, wearing a pastel floral skirt (because I have seriously nice legs) won't quite work. But in any case, would a skirt be too much? I mean, I'll be coming from work anyway, and he knows that. This is not something I'll have oodles of time to get ready for, because that's how my schedule is right now. I'm thinking a suit would be excusable, since I am coming directly from work, but will that make me look unapproachable?
I can't even think which outfits I look best in. My mind goes all scrambled thinking about it.
But I'm nervous about this one. This is the big "first impression" here. I want that first look to be memorable, in a good way. Or, at least, not disappointing. And this weather isn't helping. If it's cold and blowing and snowy next Friday, wearing a pastel floral skirt (because I have seriously nice legs) won't quite work. But in any case, would a skirt be too much? I mean, I'll be coming from work anyway, and he knows that. This is not something I'll have oodles of time to get ready for, because that's how my schedule is right now. I'm thinking a suit would be excusable, since I am coming directly from work, but will that make me look unapproachable?
I can't even think which outfits I look best in. My mind goes all scrambled thinking about it.
Friday, March 20, 2009
carrot-cake temptress
Nope, David is not put off by my non-dating record, or by my (as he puts it) candor. (at least, that's what he says. I'm trying to take that on face value)
So, unless it turns out he was merely tempted by the idea of tasting my carrot cake (allow me to digress here: "just how good is my carrot cake? is it 2nd date good? absolutely. Is it invite-me-to-visit good?" and that's where I lost my courage. Funny is one thing, but that's going a bit far for someone I've yet to meet. Even if it IS that good), my theory holds true. You really have to just be honest, and let what happens, happen. I don't want someone who likes some "idea" of me, instead of the actual me.
So, unless it turns out he was merely tempted by the idea of tasting my carrot cake (allow me to digress here: "just how good is my carrot cake? is it 2nd date good? absolutely. Is it invite-me-to-visit good?" and that's where I lost my courage. Funny is one thing, but that's going a bit far for someone I've yet to meet. Even if it IS that good), my theory holds true. You really have to just be honest, and let what happens, happen. I don't want someone who likes some "idea" of me, instead of the actual me.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
nice save
David's answer to my restaurant suggestion starts: Amy!
I tell myself he's not trying to make a point (about how many girls he's dating) but that it's just a typo of some kind. All the same, I don't answer that right away.
Monday, I find his apology, dated mega-late Saturday evening. I'm a little busy with work, and shouldn't have even been reading the messages, so I didn't answer right away.
I get another message Monday evening, apologizing again (and talking about his weekend with his son). Then I felt bad for letting him think I might be mad. Which I wasn't (just busy). I let him know I wasn't upset by it. I suppose I could have been, if I had some delusional idea that I was his girlfriend. But, that's just not the case.
Good for him apologizing without waiting for me to say something.
I tell myself he's not trying to make a point (about how many girls he's dating) but that it's just a typo of some kind. All the same, I don't answer that right away.
Monday, I find his apology, dated mega-late Saturday evening. I'm a little busy with work, and shouldn't have even been reading the messages, so I didn't answer right away.
I get another message Monday evening, apologizing again (and talking about his weekend with his son). Then I felt bad for letting him think I might be mad. Which I wasn't (just busy). I let him know I wasn't upset by it. I suppose I could have been, if I had some delusional idea that I was his girlfriend. But, that's just not the case.
Good for him apologizing without waiting for me to say something.
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