I am confirming this to be the case.
Right now, it's 4 'clock in the a.m. on a Saturday morning, and for some god-forsaken reason, my eyes have popped open, which indicates to Tommi the cat that it is now time to clean up my chin. Because I understand this process to be exfoliating, and I am not one to let such beauty opportunities to go by, I allow her to do this while i figure out why the hell i am up so goddamn early and why my neck feels broken in several different places.
I try to go back to sleep, but after 20 minutes has gone by and the pain in my neck has taken shape, I decide I am up for good and, since I will already be waiting for the cable guy to come fix my T.V. some time between 8 a.m. and eternity, I figure now is the perfect opportunity to do the write-up on that date I had the other day - my FIRST date - in over a year.
It was new potential! So exciting and he was super-cute too! Sure, he had 7 kids, but before I put the cart before the horse and begin raining my own too-hasty judgements down upon his head, I reign myself in a bit and suspend judgement for the moment. Besides, when I shared with him on our first phone call that I was adopted, he shared that he was also adopted, and I give orphans a pass on just about anything.
We arranged a quick Friday afternoon date, as he was
scheduled to pick up one of his children at 6pm that day and couldn’t meet
until 4pm. Fair enough, keep it short
and sweet. That way, if there is NO
chemistry, it’s short and sweet, and if there IS chemistry, a short visit will
only work to build on that chemistry! Bases covered.
I was excited, and and my third-eye pimple that had sprouted two days prior had given way a bit, plus the eyebrow I had partially shaved off the other day
(no questions please) was already starting to fill in! Yay! We were to meet at a café down the street on
bikes, so I wore a casual, yet sexy little yoga number, stretch bottoms and a
hot pink tank top, with my trusty blue hoodie.
The date went fine. There
were no initial fireworks – physically, he appeared to be a full 30 or so pounds heavier than
his profile pics (again, who am I to judge? and besides, he'll diet for me), and perhaps slightly more world-weary. We ended the date with a nice hug and
went our separate ways.
Flash forward several hours later that evening, when I
received the following text:
HE: Pretty good
first one and that hug was nice.
ME: (trying to
keep it casual, I am still not sure how I feel about him) Hugs r awesome.
And then, for emphasis –
ME: Hugger here.
HE: Me too and a
kisser but you’re going to have to wait for that ;)
ugh. Seriously? Is
that seriously what you think a woman, who you know very little about, wants to hear? That you are in control over when she
will be receiving additional and further affections from you - you, a veritable and bona-fide stranger in her world?!? Is that what you think?!? Lord Jeebus I think
I have just died and gone to purgatory.
But it’s late – past 10pm – and I am not thinking very clearly, I'm just annoyed and I need him to know this if we are going to have any relationship at all, so I
say:
ME: John* read
that back to yourself. That is straight
out of the cornball movie corny. Besides
I never said anything about wanting to kiss you.
(that last part an utterly ridiculous statement, thrown in as a feeble attempt to try to soften the blow, because of course i would want to kiss him...slightly less now that he has made it a control issue.
(that last part an utterly ridiculous statement, thrown in as a feeble attempt to try to soften the blow, because of course i would want to kiss him...slightly less now that he has made it a control issue.
HE: Damn…sorry for being corny, myself or whatever I came
across as being. I’ll stay in my lane.
ME: Awww I hate when things don’t translate will via text.
And then, feeling super bad that I had hurt his pride, I added:
ME: Really sorry to have offended.
HE: No worries.
I didn't hear from him again.
*not his real
name
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