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Decision Time

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Dating Translation

We could go see a movie:  innocuous night spent hand-holding in a darkened theater with a post movie make-out session.
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You could come over and watch a movie: let’s roll around, sweaty and naked, in my bed!

I’m seeing him again on Wednesday.  He gave me these choices.  It’s been a very long time since I’ve “come over to watch a movie” – a very, very long time.  I really need to come over and watch a movie – in fact,  I need to watch a dozen or so movies.  I think that’s why I haven’t been sleeping well.  If I mess this up, I may not get a chance to come over and watch a movie again for a while, but yet I hesitate.

I agreed to go see a movie – not to come over, yet.  My body says “YES! Right now!” but my mind wants to wait.  I’m concerned that I’m postponing for unrealistic reasons, waiting for a certain someone to come around –  who never will.

p.s. when TG asked me what I did this weekend, I told him the truth – I went on a date.  Suppressing what looked like surprise, he didn’t ask questions. It probably hurt me more than it did him, but he looked like I had just punched him in the gut.

Two times the fun?

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I agreed to two dates this weekend.  That’s about two times more than usual.  The first one was Friday night, after work and right around the corner from my office.  Why are we attracted to whom we are attracted to?

Date #1 – older man – 58, distinguished grey, good job, likes wine, likes to travel, kids are older, has all of his hair, polite, smart.  DUD.  No chemistry.  I was trapped – I didn’t want to be with this man.  I don’t even want to have a second glass of wine with this man.  Nice enough, but I feel every minute spent with him is a waste of our time.  White bread.  I kept thinking he’d be perfect for my older sister. I can hear my best friend in my ear as I write this, “Aw, come on, give the guy a chance!”  A chance to do what, exactly?  Grow on me?  Become interesting?  Morph into someone else? No, no, no.  Next, please…

After Date #1, I wasn’t looking forward to Date #2 on Sunday.  Why bother?  On my drive to the wine bar,  I was blasting Beck on the stereo attempting to raise my energy level enough to slog through another disappointment.  I’m not sure if my expectations were set so low after Friday’s fiasco that anyone even remotely facinating was going to spark my interest, but I actually didn’t throw up in my mouth upon meeting him.  In fact,  I liked him.

I wouldn’t expect to connect with this man.  Not very tall – I’m not sure exactly how short, I was wearing my killer heels, but I’d guess about 5’8”, four (four!) boys under 16, scout-master, learning how to figure skate, separated, but not quiet divorced yet, and I’m pretty sure I’m NOT the only girl he dated this weekend.  I can hear my best friend commenting on this one,  “WTF? He doesn’t sound like your type at ALL! How tall is he?!”

With all that said, I had a great time with him, good conversation,  I’m attracted to him (he has these smooth, sleek arm muscles – yum) and we’re going out again on Friday. Yay! I’m looking forward to it.

Yellow flag:  we haven’t had a Saturday date – yet.  I think that’s because he has a Saturday date already.  I’m giving him slack – when he arranged his Saturday dates, he hadn’t met ME yet.  I’m hoping after our second date that his priorities will adjust.