I re-read my last post, and boy do I sound like a bitch! I guess I’m just getting tired of the single life. Not that I’m not happy single, but the part where you’re actively looking for a relationship is just sucky. It’s depressing, frustrating, and kinda sad. Not to mention disappointing. It makes me grouchy. I really just want to be and let things happen, but it seems like at my age, that’s not an option.
I will say, I went on a good date last night. Technically it was a meeting, not a date. This guy had emailed me and seemed nice, funny, sweet, pretty easy-going and lives near me. He wasn’t the most attractive guy I’d ever seen and he’s pretty short, and short for me is short. I decided to go out with him anyway because I had a good feeling about it.
First, I had a classic blind date moment as I was waiting outside the restaurant/bar for him to show. I arrived early and was enjoying my heated seat so I decided to wait for him to get there before going in. Some guy kinda runs in, but it was like a zombie running. He seemed anxious. His hair was similar to my date’s and it was dark and rainy. For a moment I was thinking about cancelling, last minute, telling him some story. I just didn’t want to deal with another whack-job. I sat there, contemplating for a minute or two, and the zombie-guy walked out, got into his car and took off. He wasn’t carrying anything, like a take-out box. I assumed it was my guy and he got cold feet or something. I texted him to tell him I was there early (five minutes) and his text said he’d just arrived. I half-way expected to see the zombie-guy’s car drive back into the lot. Instead, as I got out of my car, I was approached by my date, who, thank god, was not zombie-guy.
At first, I was slightly disappointed, but he was a complete gentleman, so how could I not enjoy his company. He was not awkward or nervous. He was a great conversationalist. He was polite. And, he had this boyish way about him that was very sweet, but confident. I could tell he was gentle, but not a wuss. And, he looked to be in pretty good shape. I don’t know if it was him or the tequila, but I had a good feeling. He hasn’t contacted me to tell me how wonderful I am or to ask for a date, but it’s still early in the day. I don’t know, the tight hug at the end of the night kinda told me to expect a call, but I could be wrong.