So, yesterday, chatting with Steve, it was determined that I needed to go to my favorite restuarant and get a rich chocolate dessert and a glass of wine, and pronto! And since he couldn't come with me (living in Boston and all), he volunteered to pay for me to go out solo. Besides, he said, I needed some better blog material. (yeah, you all REALLY need NOT read the previous blog posts from the last few weeks, unless you are prepared for some serious sappy-ness).
Tonight it was pouring rain by the time I got out of the store. My embrella was in the car. And it's broken. I get soaking wet. It may have been a better idea just to run to the restaurant. Oh well. I get there, tiny broken umbrella and a little drenched with drippy hair. The French Man greets me at the door. He looks bedraggled and damp as if he had been caught in the rain himself. "Here by yourzelf?" Yes. "Not trying to cheer yourself after a bad day, Zi hope?" (can't really describe his accent). No, I'm here for a reward of sorts, I'm here for chocolate! Is there room at the bar? "Yesss, zhere eez".
I order the pave au chocolat, and a glass of riojo (sp?). The little hispanic waiter sees me and greets me by name! (damn, what was his name again? it's been a while...). I have my wine, the dessert arrives. I'm next to a young couple, and the young man nods appeciatively at my dessert. It's good, I tell him. "Yes I know! We've had it before". It's hard to eat...(but totally awesomely delicious)..the chocolate shell won't break with the spoon, and I make a mess, smearing it against the plate. The French Man is busy greeting all the small groups of well dressed women coming in, sitting and joking with them. He greets everyone like they are a regular, or a good friend, and perhaps they all are?
An attractive young lady comes in, "This seat taken?" Nope! She's got perfect hair, perfect make-up, super stylish. I look at myself in the mirror behind the bar. Wet tangled hair, plain shirt (that I really need to get rid of because my armpits don't agree with it), wool skirt, socks and clogs (ok, the most expensive pair of shoes I've ever owned at $147, but technically clogs). She is super friendly, introducing herself me, "Emily" (though I don't retain her name until her friends arrive and I hear them use it). We chat some. Her friends have absolutely lovely British accents, she introduces them to me as well, as "another Milfordite" and a "regular here" (we had chatted that we both loved coming to this restaurant). Emily is not from Milford, but says she prefers going out in Milford than New Haven, and wants to move here.
I overhear them talking about running into actors and actresses...but I don't catch the particulars...makes me wonder if they aren't connected to the rich and famous. Then I overhear something about Jordan from the British couple, "King Abdullah has dissolved the parliament, again!" (Jordan as in the country in the Middle East), and I turn to look at them again. The man leans forward and tells me "{She (I already forgot her name, British lady)} used to work in Jordan". Oh! I lived there a long time ago as a little girl! My father was a diplomat there in '87-89! What did you do over there? I ask her. "Oh, I managed the royal palaces of the king". Oh, my, what was that like? "Well, being in Jordan was difficult, but I was sheltered due to who I worked for, but now that I'm here working for some dingbats, it has put things in perspective..." Wow....what kinds of palaces could she be managing near here?????? Holy moly. And apparently working for the royalty in the Middle East was easier than working for rich dingbats here in CT. Pleasant and friendly people...would have liked to know more of their stories...
All this time, the waiter boy has been catching my eye and smirking at me. And I'm trying to keep to myself. Dessert done, wine...done. "Would you like another glass?" asks the friendly bartender. No, I shouldn't...thank you. Getting up from the now close and tight bar...trying to ease my heavy stool back, I drop my phone and my embrella, and waiter boy (Hadar!) is right behind me..."Please, allow me to help you!"
All in all, a very pleasant evening. I had contemplated another glass of wine, I could have engaged in some interesting conversation with the stylish girl and her wordly friends, but I was on my boyfriend's dime (technically my depleted bank account, and I will have a hard time taking Steve's money to pay for this), and needed to drive myself home. Luckily it had stopped raining.
Thank you Steve for a lovely evening out! Miss you! You owe me $20.02. Includes tip. <3 p="p">
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Rock Star Meets Super Model
That's how we see each other. He is my rock star (technically not one, though he could be, he is so freakin talented), I am his super model (really seriously technically not one). But that's how we see each other, and we are slowly getting used to the reality of us, us in the here and now. Who we are. Who we were. And Us. Right Now. Next week....
We have these amazing moments that I can't describe, when we hold on to each other and touch by our foreheads, only, and...there is no need for words nor action, there is simply: .........everything...........
We've had date night #7. Cooking in. I had to be at my shop for a couple hours, shortly after he came down for the day. He had said to me numerous times during the week, knowing that I would be busy, and needed some help (my bad wrist was being aweful) "I am yours, leave your chores to me". We had a breif moment before I needed to go to work, and he re-iterated:" I AM YOURS. Tell me what you need help with and I will do it". I thought of all the help I needed...raking the front lawn, weeding the patio, washing dishes...anything that needed being done and my bad wrist fought against...he said he would do.
He washed the dishes I was afraid to deal with, all week long (except for one batch that I actually had to wash because I was running out of room), due to my wrist/hand problems, in no time. I could have had him stuck at my house, picking up sticks in my yard and moving patio furniture...instead, I encouraged him to go on to one of the local bars showing his football game, to have a beer, some lunch. Happily. But then....heheheheh...those couple hours go by...I knew the ladies of the bead club would be curious, and we knew one of them needed some muscle moving some things out of her car and into the shop (really heavy craft fair tent and tables)...and there he was...my man. My Steve. And he delivered, and carried, and smiled, quietly and sweetly.
Helpful as ever. Then we go to the grocery store, get the makings for dinner, and he cooks like a master. Swoon. Excellent meal. But then he's tired, must hit the road early. I bite back the sadness of his leaving....me...for another week on my own....how can I possibly deal with this???????
And I carry on til next Sunday. When we will be us again.
Shall I swoon once more? Yes please. And I must continue to carry on...with newfound vigor.
If only...if only every day could be like Sundays...if only...but they can't....So I carry on....and he will make me swoon, and I will be happy....and then another Sunday will end and another will come again....and I will still be happy...but wishing for another week to pass.....for the next one, and the next and the next...
and our hands will touch, then our eyes, and the rest of the world will cease to exist.
I discovered this song tonight, bya young singer who knows no better than we: http://youtu.be/ruyaKdPfTN4
We have these amazing moments that I can't describe, when we hold on to each other and touch by our foreheads, only, and...there is no need for words nor action, there is simply: .........everything...........
We've had date night #7. Cooking in. I had to be at my shop for a couple hours, shortly after he came down for the day. He had said to me numerous times during the week, knowing that I would be busy, and needed some help (my bad wrist was being aweful) "I am yours, leave your chores to me". We had a breif moment before I needed to go to work, and he re-iterated:" I AM YOURS. Tell me what you need help with and I will do it". I thought of all the help I needed...raking the front lawn, weeding the patio, washing dishes...anything that needed being done and my bad wrist fought against...he said he would do.
He washed the dishes I was afraid to deal with, all week long (except for one batch that I actually had to wash because I was running out of room), due to my wrist/hand problems, in no time. I could have had him stuck at my house, picking up sticks in my yard and moving patio furniture...instead, I encouraged him to go on to one of the local bars showing his football game, to have a beer, some lunch. Happily. But then....heheheheh...those couple hours go by...I knew the ladies of the bead club would be curious, and we knew one of them needed some muscle moving some things out of her car and into the shop (really heavy craft fair tent and tables)...and there he was...my man. My Steve. And he delivered, and carried, and smiled, quietly and sweetly.
Helpful as ever. Then we go to the grocery store, get the makings for dinner, and he cooks like a master. Swoon. Excellent meal. But then he's tired, must hit the road early. I bite back the sadness of his leaving....me...for another week on my own....how can I possibly deal with this???????
And I carry on til next Sunday. When we will be us again.
Shall I swoon once more? Yes please. And I must continue to carry on...with newfound vigor.
If only...if only every day could be like Sundays...if only...but they can't....So I carry on....and he will make me swoon, and I will be happy....and then another Sunday will end and another will come again....and I will still be happy...but wishing for another week to pass.....for the next one, and the next and the next...
and our hands will touch, then our eyes, and the rest of the world will cease to exist.
I discovered this song tonight, bya young singer who knows no better than we: http://youtu.be/ruyaKdPfTN4
Monday, September 17, 2012
Not Solo, Not At All...but still......
How to begin....how to explain....
I find myself yet again "alone" during the week. But this is SO different. We talk constantly. At least one phone call a day...which makes up for the fact that we live so far apart and have such limited time together....
So....that old friend/crush that I mentioned in a previous post from my college days? WELL. Let the saga begin. We met up. I almost went up to Boston to see him, but it worked out better for him to come down instead. The moment he stepped out of his car in front of my house...I knew. I knew we were in trouble (in a good way). We spent a fabulous day together, getting to know each other again after FIFTEEN years!!!!!! And he was just as great as I remembered, only now we both know....
That first sunday was electric. We laughed and smiled, and went out for lunch at the cafe, then a long walk, talking lots....then dinner out at Stonebridge. That was the clincher there. Looking at him next to me, smiling....seeing the Steve I had celebritized, in human form, there, and real, and...REAL. Human. Honest. Scared. Shy. Self concious. Amazing...Steve...the real Steve.......
Sunday #2. Is a blur. He came down again. Crazy fool. We made "dirty risotto". I was very impressed with his culinary skills.....risotto is no easy dish. Added to it was red wine, italian sausage, onion, shittake mushroom...and a moonlit walk on the beach that will never be forgotten. EVER. EVER. The second most romantic night of my life? Maybe.
#3 was a whole weekend to ourselves....almost....
That Saturday... I believe this was the night I had my most amazing dinner out ever. My favorite fancy restaurant downtown. A bottle of wine. Some fancy tapas. Some incredible dessert. Some things I saw and felt in his eyes and his smile that was entirely uncomparable to any words that I could possibly ever type. I had never been so infatuated at a dinner date than I was this night. Possibly the best (and most romantic) night out with a man I have ever experienced...possibly.
I introduced him to my entire family that weekend, on Monday, Labor Day. Too soon? Maybe. But inevitable. Labor Day Parade in Newtown...a big to-do. The entourage of my small family group....minus only a few. There was no question for me that I wanted my family to meet him :)
Sunday #4.....? I guess another blur of absorbing each other's company and cooking in my kitchen...
Wow, was this now Sunday #5? I'm losing track! I want to remember every single moment....I don't want to forget anything....but I am. His presense takes hold of me and makes nothing else exist. I get lost. And I feel so happy and complete. It is as I remember: his hugs are the best I've ever received...EVER. And now...more.
Then he says he needs to hit the road. Head back home to Boston. And I know that the week will fly by, and I'll try to work twice as hard because I know he's there for me, as busy as he is himself. And we'll both be working hard on our own lives and businesses.....and living just for the next Sunday...when we will see each other again....and the rest of the world will cease to exist for a day...and we can just be...US.
...US!!!! Steve And Kira. How insane is that???????
:D
I find myself yet again "alone" during the week. But this is SO different. We talk constantly. At least one phone call a day...which makes up for the fact that we live so far apart and have such limited time together....
So....that old friend/crush that I mentioned in a previous post from my college days? WELL. Let the saga begin. We met up. I almost went up to Boston to see him, but it worked out better for him to come down instead. The moment he stepped out of his car in front of my house...I knew. I knew we were in trouble (in a good way). We spent a fabulous day together, getting to know each other again after FIFTEEN years!!!!!! And he was just as great as I remembered, only now we both know....
That first sunday was electric. We laughed and smiled, and went out for lunch at the cafe, then a long walk, talking lots....then dinner out at Stonebridge. That was the clincher there. Looking at him next to me, smiling....seeing the Steve I had celebritized, in human form, there, and real, and...REAL. Human. Honest. Scared. Shy. Self concious. Amazing...Steve...the real Steve.......
Sunday #2. Is a blur. He came down again. Crazy fool. We made "dirty risotto". I was very impressed with his culinary skills.....risotto is no easy dish. Added to it was red wine, italian sausage, onion, shittake mushroom...and a moonlit walk on the beach that will never be forgotten. EVER. EVER. The second most romantic night of my life? Maybe.
#3 was a whole weekend to ourselves....almost....
That Saturday... I believe this was the night I had my most amazing dinner out ever. My favorite fancy restaurant downtown. A bottle of wine. Some fancy tapas. Some incredible dessert. Some things I saw and felt in his eyes and his smile that was entirely uncomparable to any words that I could possibly ever type. I had never been so infatuated at a dinner date than I was this night. Possibly the best (and most romantic) night out with a man I have ever experienced...possibly.
I introduced him to my entire family that weekend, on Monday, Labor Day. Too soon? Maybe. But inevitable. Labor Day Parade in Newtown...a big to-do. The entourage of my small family group....minus only a few. There was no question for me that I wanted my family to meet him :)
Sunday #4.....? I guess another blur of absorbing each other's company and cooking in my kitchen...
Wow, was this now Sunday #5? I'm losing track! I want to remember every single moment....I don't want to forget anything....but I am. His presense takes hold of me and makes nothing else exist. I get lost. And I feel so happy and complete. It is as I remember: his hugs are the best I've ever received...EVER. And now...more.
Then he says he needs to hit the road. Head back home to Boston. And I know that the week will fly by, and I'll try to work twice as hard because I know he's there for me, as busy as he is himself. And we'll both be working hard on our own lives and businesses.....and living just for the next Sunday...when we will see each other again....and the rest of the world will cease to exist for a day...and we can just be...US.
...US!!!! Steve And Kira. How insane is that???????
:D
Monday, August 13, 2012
My Date with the Axe Murderer
Dont worry, I'm alive and unharmed. And laughing at myself.
There's that scary aspect about online dating, and meeting someone that you emailed, in a public place of course. What if he's an axe murderer?????
Yesterday afternoon I had a coffee date. The night before we were chatting online. We both admitted to the other that we had "internet snooped". You know, googled each other. I mentioned that I had found him on FB, and he asked, "Oh, do you want me to add you as a friend?". No! I said! I still don't know if you are an axe murderer or not! Let's meet first. (I didn't want him to know too much about me. He could figure out where I live......)
Our emails etc. had gone pretty well. He seemed nice and friendly. Well spoken, educated, intelligent, interested in travel and books. He's recovering from a pretty bad accident last year, and I wasn't sure if he would be meek and sickly in person, or outgoing with a new chance at life.
Walking up to the Cafe, he's inside, sees me and waves. Walks over to greet me. I don't know what to make of my first impression of him, really nice eyes, friendly way about him, but scary big. He's a bear. You know the type - stocky build. Not overweight neccesarily, but....big. Forearms bigger that my thighs type of big. Not unattrractive...but...
We sit and have our awkward iced tea and conversation. He's dressed nice, preppy (button down polo, khaki cargo shorts, floppy sandals). Has his shaggy longish hair held back by a wire/comb headband type thing (underneath his sunglasses, a little bit hippy). Finished the tea. "Wanna go for a drive?" he asks. Whoa...mister....I remind him that he hasn't been cleared of the possible axe murder status. We laugh, he promises me he has no axes in his car. Or a tire iron (yes, I asked. He admitted to having a screw gun in the trunk). "It's a nice day for a drive into the country" he says. How about we go for a walk instead, I tell him. Ok, so maybe a drive through the sunny countryside could make a sweet first date. Seems like something the gentile would do. I had a bit of a theory that he came from money. But then I pictured him dumping me out of his car on a country road in the middle of no where. Or carrying me off into the woods caveman style.
We leave the Cafe, his car is outfront. It's a fancy white BMW with tinted windows, and Massachusetts plates. Drug dealer! I thought. Now, he was interested in my store, wanted to see my creations. So I took him over there. I feel pretty safe in my store. I've got that panic button on my alarm panel. We chat some, still awkward, nervous. He tells me more about his accident (motorcycle vs. suv). The crash did him quite a bit of damage (outwardly you can only see the limp, and some scars). The force of the impact pushed his heart over 1.5 inches to the left. (I know this isn't funny, but "his heart is in the wrong place".) He's fascinated with my wirework, with the gems. "Where do you keep all the expensive gems?" he asked.
I'm tired, hungry. I tell him I should get home. "Do you want to get something to eat?" he asks. No, thank you. I let him walk me to my car. He says he wants to take me to a movie. I tell him we'll chat soon. I can tell he doesn't want the date to end...lingering....I tell him a hug would be okay. He was a tad touchy feely with that hug.
I had a tentative phone date for afterwards with "flutter guy". Which I chickened out of, by the way.
I had a quick chat with Mr. Axe after being home for a bit. He asked if he dispelled my axe murderer concerns. I told him that he had, but that I had another theory: Bead Theif!
He explained the Mass plates. House in The Berkshires....
There's that scary aspect about online dating, and meeting someone that you emailed, in a public place of course. What if he's an axe murderer?????
Yesterday afternoon I had a coffee date. The night before we were chatting online. We both admitted to the other that we had "internet snooped". You know, googled each other. I mentioned that I had found him on FB, and he asked, "Oh, do you want me to add you as a friend?". No! I said! I still don't know if you are an axe murderer or not! Let's meet first. (I didn't want him to know too much about me. He could figure out where I live......)
Our emails etc. had gone pretty well. He seemed nice and friendly. Well spoken, educated, intelligent, interested in travel and books. He's recovering from a pretty bad accident last year, and I wasn't sure if he would be meek and sickly in person, or outgoing with a new chance at life.
Walking up to the Cafe, he's inside, sees me and waves. Walks over to greet me. I don't know what to make of my first impression of him, really nice eyes, friendly way about him, but scary big. He's a bear. You know the type - stocky build. Not overweight neccesarily, but....big. Forearms bigger that my thighs type of big. Not unattrractive...but...
We sit and have our awkward iced tea and conversation. He's dressed nice, preppy (button down polo, khaki cargo shorts, floppy sandals). Has his shaggy longish hair held back by a wire/comb headband type thing (underneath his sunglasses, a little bit hippy). Finished the tea. "Wanna go for a drive?" he asks. Whoa...mister....I remind him that he hasn't been cleared of the possible axe murder status. We laugh, he promises me he has no axes in his car. Or a tire iron (yes, I asked. He admitted to having a screw gun in the trunk). "It's a nice day for a drive into the country" he says. How about we go for a walk instead, I tell him. Ok, so maybe a drive through the sunny countryside could make a sweet first date. Seems like something the gentile would do. I had a bit of a theory that he came from money. But then I pictured him dumping me out of his car on a country road in the middle of no where. Or carrying me off into the woods caveman style.
We leave the Cafe, his car is outfront. It's a fancy white BMW with tinted windows, and Massachusetts plates. Drug dealer! I thought. Now, he was interested in my store, wanted to see my creations. So I took him over there. I feel pretty safe in my store. I've got that panic button on my alarm panel. We chat some, still awkward, nervous. He tells me more about his accident (motorcycle vs. suv). The crash did him quite a bit of damage (outwardly you can only see the limp, and some scars). The force of the impact pushed his heart over 1.5 inches to the left. (I know this isn't funny, but "his heart is in the wrong place".) He's fascinated with my wirework, with the gems. "Where do you keep all the expensive gems?" he asked.
I'm tired, hungry. I tell him I should get home. "Do you want to get something to eat?" he asks. No, thank you. I let him walk me to my car. He says he wants to take me to a movie. I tell him we'll chat soon. I can tell he doesn't want the date to end...lingering....I tell him a hug would be okay. He was a tad touchy feely with that hug.
I had a tentative phone date for afterwards with "flutter guy". Which I chickened out of, by the way.
I had a quick chat with Mr. Axe after being home for a bit. He asked if he dispelled my axe murderer concerns. I told him that he had, but that I had another theory: Bead Theif!
He explained the Mass plates. House in The Berkshires....
Friday, August 10, 2012
Working on Myself, and Holy Heck, Hello Future?
Written Thursday night:
I finally got together with Mr. 6:00 (last weekend) after a three week hiatus, to give him back his things. He was shocked, didn't realize we were over (HELLO....I never told him I missed him, or was looking forward to seeing him, and we barely emailed each other a few lines over THREE WEEKS). He came over, made me blush and laugh, and second guess myself, then told me it was time for me to submit my application for the nunnery. Go to hell Mr. 6:00! Actually, I wish him luck. Maybe some other gal will have more patience in training him than I had.
Tuesday night I was out at a downtown business association reception thingy. I was hesitant going solo, not sure if I could brave it, but I'm glad I did. Coctails and tapas and name tags. There weren't many people there with their spouses. I chatted some. Dispelled a theory from a prominent business man in the association that NO, I am not approaching my mid twenties, more like mid-thirties. His was impressed. Yeah, I look young. And I got a few minutes to chat with the owner of the Cafe, told her it was a great place to meet first dates. Turns out she's a solo woman as well. She said she'd give me a thumbs up or down if she saw me with a date.
So last night (wednesday now) I was determined to get back on my track of being good to myself. Of getting healthy. Trying to excercise in the mornings, eating right, and being okay with being alone. I was Feeling Good. Maybe because I'm looking forward to meeting a great (?) guy. I've been more active on the dating site, and have been emailing with one guy who seems really nice. The emails have all been good, no red flags, but a couple of "hmmm"s, and he asked me out for coffee! We set a date for coffee this Sunday afternoon at my favorite Cafe. Yay!
Then today happens. I had one of those moments that should only happen in movies. I had a chat on FB with an old friend from my college days, not a close friend, but a guy who I sorta knew and had a HUGE crush on. I was 18/19 when I would have met him? I remember one night after hanging out with friends til the early morning, he walked me back to my dorm, perfect gentleman, to make sure I got there safely, then he walked all the way back. Whenever he was around, he would give me the best hugs in the world. He was so cool and so nice and way too amazing for me. Like a celebrity crush. So he stuck in my memory all these years. That random and brave chat today brought out that he had felt the same about me way back then (I was too cool for him?? How the heck??). Holy hell? Really? He said some things that got me all fluttery. He admired me, was inspired by me, told me I was beautiful... I was distracted and flushed all day. I just wanted him to toss me over his shoulder and carry me away, or maybe show up on a white horse. He said some things that kind of blew me away...I honestly contemplated breaking my coffee date this Sunday so I could meet up with him...but I didn't, err, haven't yet.
Hello Future. What do you bring? And what other surprises might you have in store for me?
Que up Van Halen's "Right Now". I was listening to it at some point while writing this, and it just seemed to fit. Here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyGzPmgR1QY
I finally got together with Mr. 6:00 (last weekend) after a three week hiatus, to give him back his things. He was shocked, didn't realize we were over (HELLO....I never told him I missed him, or was looking forward to seeing him, and we barely emailed each other a few lines over THREE WEEKS). He came over, made me blush and laugh, and second guess myself, then told me it was time for me to submit my application for the nunnery. Go to hell Mr. 6:00! Actually, I wish him luck. Maybe some other gal will have more patience in training him than I had.
Tuesday night I was out at a downtown business association reception thingy. I was hesitant going solo, not sure if I could brave it, but I'm glad I did. Coctails and tapas and name tags. There weren't many people there with their spouses. I chatted some. Dispelled a theory from a prominent business man in the association that NO, I am not approaching my mid twenties, more like mid-thirties. His was impressed. Yeah, I look young. And I got a few minutes to chat with the owner of the Cafe, told her it was a great place to meet first dates. Turns out she's a solo woman as well. She said she'd give me a thumbs up or down if she saw me with a date.
So last night (wednesday now) I was determined to get back on my track of being good to myself. Of getting healthy. Trying to excercise in the mornings, eating right, and being okay with being alone. I was Feeling Good. Maybe because I'm looking forward to meeting a great (?) guy. I've been more active on the dating site, and have been emailing with one guy who seems really nice. The emails have all been good, no red flags, but a couple of "hmmm"s, and he asked me out for coffee! We set a date for coffee this Sunday afternoon at my favorite Cafe. Yay!
Then today happens. I had one of those moments that should only happen in movies. I had a chat on FB with an old friend from my college days, not a close friend, but a guy who I sorta knew and had a HUGE crush on. I was 18/19 when I would have met him? I remember one night after hanging out with friends til the early morning, he walked me back to my dorm, perfect gentleman, to make sure I got there safely, then he walked all the way back. Whenever he was around, he would give me the best hugs in the world. He was so cool and so nice and way too amazing for me. Like a celebrity crush. So he stuck in my memory all these years. That random and brave chat today brought out that he had felt the same about me way back then (I was too cool for him?? How the heck??). Holy hell? Really? He said some things that got me all fluttery. He admired me, was inspired by me, told me I was beautiful... I was distracted and flushed all day. I just wanted him to toss me over his shoulder and carry me away, or maybe show up on a white horse. He said some things that kind of blew me away...I honestly contemplated breaking my coffee date this Sunday so I could meet up with him...but I didn't, err, haven't yet.
Hello Future. What do you bring? And what other surprises might you have in store for me?
Que up Van Halen's "Right Now". I was listening to it at some point while writing this, and it just seemed to fit. Here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyGzPmgR1QY
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Shopping for Mr. Right. Or Mr. Not So Annoying would be fine.
Solo date night story below, but first, another update: So I guess I got pretty fed up with Mr. 6:00/Storm. It's a shame he said and did so many little things that pissed me off, because otherwise he was pretty great. I told him that I was searching for "Mr. Right" and he had the nerve to essentially say that I wouldn't find him (that it was a fairy tale). And follows it with a lot of words about how I am amazing, and he would fight to keep me,
...and this, "No one is ever perfect, and no one is ever fully in sync with another, we just need to find someone who makes us happy, is good for us and to us, and who we feel akin to. To me you're that person". That nearly broke me. It sure is nice to hear things like this. But I will keep looking. Could be a mistake to walk away from someone who /wants/ to give me everything....(so he says). He took me out on a "date" that went horribly wrong. He said and did all the wrong things. I wanted him out of my life immediately, but was willing to give him some time.
Went out solo tonight. My "solo date" was sponsored by my good friend Tanya. Yeah, she paypal'd me $25 to take myself out. In part because she wanted to make sure that I DID go out. Thank you Tanya!!! Besides being an awesome friend, she is also an awesome editor and has done some editing work for me. In need of an editor? Check out her profile on LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/tanya-gold/27/160/aa2 .
The story is very familiar:
Walked down the street, around the corner. Happened to be walking nearly in tandom with a young guy....right into the restaurant. Got a seat at the bar, "walking guy" a seat away. Two guys on the corner. Another guy on the other side who looked up and smiled at me. I've been to this bar before and ordered my "usual" when I go there. Which is not at all often (beer and buffalo chicken wrap). Walking guy is obsessed with his phone and looks REALLY young (early 20's maybe?), so I don't pay him much attention. Guys on the corner are more like it, and I can kinda hear them talking about dating. One guy asking the other, "hey you have a date to so-and-so's wedding?". They seem to be regulars and ask the hot waitress her advice concerning a wedding date. I kept to myself....smiled once at one of the guys on the corner. This is that bar where I discovered that I don't know how to flirt. And I haven't gotten any better. Finished my beer and sandwich, UNDER budget by the way, so Tanya has $7 towards my next night out. Headed to the grocery store.
Normally when I go grocery shopping, it's when I've left the store in the evening and am stopping on my way home. So I am hungry, which makes me loopy and tired. So I rush through the isles, knowing what I need and where to find it and don't really look around. Tonight was different. I was relaxed and in no hurry. Grabbed an onion and a garlic and turned to find an attractive guy around my age looking at me...I smile and keep moving. This is Connecticut for god's sake, we don't say Hi to random people here. A couple isles away, I am thinking, "My goodness....this is where I will meet someone". I double back, having forgotten parmesan cheese, and there's "produce guy" waiting at the deli now.....I'm staring and he looks up, so I quickly look down at the cheese like I'm trying to decide or remember what I needed. Ok, this is silly, and I'm embarrasssing myself. Moving along. Wow...hey...there's another guy.....and another.....are they all single or just doing the grocery shopping for their wife and baby? I should be checking for rings on fingers and getting a better look at what's in their cart. This is a skill I need to work on. Leaving the store, I see that "produce guy" has barely gotten past the deli. That's the way to do it.....push a cart slowly up and down the isles, read labels on products, pause to smile at someone....
And maybe, maybe, I'll meet Mr. Right between 7-8:00 on a Tuesday night in the cat food section.
...and this, "No one is ever perfect, and no one is ever fully in sync with another, we just need to find someone who makes us happy, is good for us and to us, and who we feel akin to. To me you're that person". That nearly broke me. It sure is nice to hear things like this. But I will keep looking. Could be a mistake to walk away from someone who /wants/ to give me everything....(so he says). He took me out on a "date" that went horribly wrong. He said and did all the wrong things. I wanted him out of my life immediately, but was willing to give him some time.
Went out solo tonight. My "solo date" was sponsored by my good friend Tanya. Yeah, she paypal'd me $25 to take myself out. In part because she wanted to make sure that I DID go out. Thank you Tanya!!! Besides being an awesome friend, she is also an awesome editor and has done some editing work for me. In need of an editor? Check out her profile on LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/tanya-gold/27/160/aa2 .
The story is very familiar:
Walked down the street, around the corner. Happened to be walking nearly in tandom with a young guy....right into the restaurant. Got a seat at the bar, "walking guy" a seat away. Two guys on the corner. Another guy on the other side who looked up and smiled at me. I've been to this bar before and ordered my "usual" when I go there. Which is not at all often (beer and buffalo chicken wrap). Walking guy is obsessed with his phone and looks REALLY young (early 20's maybe?), so I don't pay him much attention. Guys on the corner are more like it, and I can kinda hear them talking about dating. One guy asking the other, "hey you have a date to so-and-so's wedding?". They seem to be regulars and ask the hot waitress her advice concerning a wedding date. I kept to myself....smiled once at one of the guys on the corner. This is that bar where I discovered that I don't know how to flirt. And I haven't gotten any better. Finished my beer and sandwich, UNDER budget by the way, so Tanya has $7 towards my next night out. Headed to the grocery store.
Normally when I go grocery shopping, it's when I've left the store in the evening and am stopping on my way home. So I am hungry, which makes me loopy and tired. So I rush through the isles, knowing what I need and where to find it and don't really look around. Tonight was different. I was relaxed and in no hurry. Grabbed an onion and a garlic and turned to find an attractive guy around my age looking at me...I smile and keep moving. This is Connecticut for god's sake, we don't say Hi to random people here. A couple isles away, I am thinking, "My goodness....this is where I will meet someone". I double back, having forgotten parmesan cheese, and there's "produce guy" waiting at the deli now.....I'm staring and he looks up, so I quickly look down at the cheese like I'm trying to decide or remember what I needed. Ok, this is silly, and I'm embarrasssing myself. Moving along. Wow...hey...there's another guy.....and another.....are they all single or just doing the grocery shopping for their wife and baby? I should be checking for rings on fingers and getting a better look at what's in their cart. This is a skill I need to work on. Leaving the store, I see that "produce guy" has barely gotten past the deli. That's the way to do it.....push a cart slowly up and down the isles, read labels on products, pause to smile at someone....
And maybe, maybe, I'll meet Mr. Right between 7-8:00 on a Tuesday night in the cat food section.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
The Art of Wooing
It's been a month since I've posted here, so let me catch you up: except for a night out for a second time with "the 3rd guy", I've been exclusively seeing Storm. Like almost every day. And he has a new nickname that we developed on facebook: Mr. 6:00. There are loads of things I could be writing about, but it's been getting personal...so I haven't. But I might still yet.
Possible future topics:
The Rude Friends
The Spices Move In
Popping the Question
Meeting the Parents
Mr. 7:10 wants to stand up for himself
Pissing off my Bodyguard
So, I can be a little old fashioned. I like being wooed. If a guy likes me and wants to be with me, he needs to make me happy. Impress me. Do nice things for me. Take me out to dinner. Maybe buy me things....and I've been feeling like it's been a while since Mr. 6:00/Storm has taken me out to dinner. And as I type this....I realize just how many things he has done for me lately....and it's quite a lot! And he just texted me: "I miss your sweet smile". Ok, all forgiven. I'm such a sucker.
I guess "wooing" can be complicated, and different from guy to guy. Boat builder attempted to woo me with a bag of fresh clams and a bottle of special vodka. Storm has been trying to help me/win me in every way he can. He's coming up with ways/ideas to help my business. Helping me around the house....etc etc etc etc. Last week I had no money for groceries, so he bought some for me. He offered to help me clean my house because my family was coming over and I had no time. We went to a wine tasting. He introduced me to his friends. He is determined to become best friends with my ornery cat and has him eating out of his hand. He bought me a hedge trimmer and said he would tackle the overgrown bushes in my yard. He bought me a cuisinart coffee maker (used) because mine was only a 4 cupper that I've had since college. He said he would patch the corner of my property that is being washed away by the flooding river. He built a make-shift trellis to hold back my lavender plant. He tells me that I am amazing and beautiful in every way. So many other things he's said or done....like he wants to meet my parents, and had me meet his last weekend. He asked me if I'd be "His Girlfriend". Yet...somehow I'm feeling like I'm not being wooed? Maybe it's just because it's been a couple weeks since he's taken me out to dinner...made me feel like I wasn't just a body but a woman who wanted to feel special.
He's still waiting for my answer. I guess that's the "Popping The Question" topic. Why didn't I want to say "yes, I'll be your girlfriend"? Maybe he should take me out to dinner instead of spending all his money on a new camera and hiring a model who is going to pose for a shoot in MY house!!!!!!!!! Is that asking too much? Take me out on a date damnit!
Possible future topics:
The Rude Friends
The Spices Move In
Popping the Question
Meeting the Parents
Mr. 7:10 wants to stand up for himself
Pissing off my Bodyguard
So, I can be a little old fashioned. I like being wooed. If a guy likes me and wants to be with me, he needs to make me happy. Impress me. Do nice things for me. Take me out to dinner. Maybe buy me things....and I've been feeling like it's been a while since Mr. 6:00/Storm has taken me out to dinner. And as I type this....I realize just how many things he has done for me lately....and it's quite a lot! And he just texted me: "I miss your sweet smile". Ok, all forgiven. I'm such a sucker.
I guess "wooing" can be complicated, and different from guy to guy. Boat builder attempted to woo me with a bag of fresh clams and a bottle of special vodka. Storm has been trying to help me/win me in every way he can. He's coming up with ways/ideas to help my business. Helping me around the house....etc etc etc etc. Last week I had no money for groceries, so he bought some for me. He offered to help me clean my house because my family was coming over and I had no time. We went to a wine tasting. He introduced me to his friends. He is determined to become best friends with my ornery cat and has him eating out of his hand. He bought me a hedge trimmer and said he would tackle the overgrown bushes in my yard. He bought me a cuisinart coffee maker (used) because mine was only a 4 cupper that I've had since college. He said he would patch the corner of my property that is being washed away by the flooding river. He built a make-shift trellis to hold back my lavender plant. He tells me that I am amazing and beautiful in every way. So many other things he's said or done....like he wants to meet my parents, and had me meet his last weekend. He asked me if I'd be "His Girlfriend". Yet...somehow I'm feeling like I'm not being wooed? Maybe it's just because it's been a couple weeks since he's taken me out to dinner...made me feel like I wasn't just a body but a woman who wanted to feel special.
He's still waiting for my answer. I guess that's the "Popping The Question" topic. Why didn't I want to say "yes, I'll be your girlfriend"? Maybe he should take me out to dinner instead of spending all his money on a new camera and hiring a model who is going to pose for a shoot in MY house!!!!!!!!! Is that asking too much? Take me out on a date damnit!
Sunday, June 3, 2012
The Third Guy
They say that three is the charm? or something like that? I really was interested/cautiously/confusidly with Boat Builder (the 1st). Currently being caught up by Storm (the 2nd). Met the third one tonight. We had only emailed a few times. We'd gone over the interests/personality traits via email, hadn't talked in person. He said he was really nervous to meet me, but wanted to, and I wanted to meet him too. He seemed really sweet and down to earth. Shy.
The first few seconds/minutes weren't promising. I was waiting on a bench outside the cafe...he walked up to me. OK. So I KNOW that when you first meet someone new, your guard can be up, you're nervous, you are not yourself. But he DIDN'T smile at me. He didn't look at all happy to be there. He admitted previously that he was nervous to meet me. As we drank our coffee he admitted I was the first girl he had met in person through the site. He said that out of all the girls he had written back and forth with, I was the only one he thought was WORTH meeting. Ok, wow, flattered.
We left the cafe...went walking around the downtown. We talked about all the meaningless stuff...family..siblings...jobs..blah blah blah, job interview stuff. He started to relax a bit. I started to see the scared sweet guy behind the huge teeth and big ears. Not that he was unattractive. When he loosened up, he was darn right cute. Slim muscular body. My age. He has large clear blue green eyes. Some of the biggest most attractive eyes I've seen on a man (better than the French Man).
I felt like I wanted to give him a second date....maybe he'll be a bit more of himself. Who knows. I don't think you can click with someone after just 1.5hrs. And his schedule is VERY different from mine. He works 3rd shift. He said he really enjoyed meeting me and wanted to see me again, he asked if he could give me his phone number.
We were standing on the sidewalk just near my shop, I had just finished giving him MY number, we had shaken hands and were starting to walk away from each other when a big gleaming pick-up truck drove by, honked, a tan muscular arm out the window waving at me: Boat Builder. OMG.
So. This third guy. I don't think there is ANYTHING going for us. But I think I would see him again. On a friendly basis. Try to give him some confidence, try to encourage him to get the courage to get out and meet more girls because he is not the guy for me in the long run...but he certainly has some good traits, and is cute... His schedule is not something that would work for me in the long run. I need a guy that has the time for me that works with MY schedule (and so far that is Storm).
So here I have met and discovered The Third Guy.
The first few seconds/minutes weren't promising. I was waiting on a bench outside the cafe...he walked up to me. OK. So I KNOW that when you first meet someone new, your guard can be up, you're nervous, you are not yourself. But he DIDN'T smile at me. He didn't look at all happy to be there. He admitted previously that he was nervous to meet me. As we drank our coffee he admitted I was the first girl he had met in person through the site. He said that out of all the girls he had written back and forth with, I was the only one he thought was WORTH meeting. Ok, wow, flattered.
We left the cafe...went walking around the downtown. We talked about all the meaningless stuff...family..siblings...jobs..blah blah blah, job interview stuff. He started to relax a bit. I started to see the scared sweet guy behind the huge teeth and big ears. Not that he was unattractive. When he loosened up, he was darn right cute. Slim muscular body. My age. He has large clear blue green eyes. Some of the biggest most attractive eyes I've seen on a man (better than the French Man).
I felt like I wanted to give him a second date....maybe he'll be a bit more of himself. Who knows. I don't think you can click with someone after just 1.5hrs. And his schedule is VERY different from mine. He works 3rd shift. He said he really enjoyed meeting me and wanted to see me again, he asked if he could give me his phone number.
We were standing on the sidewalk just near my shop, I had just finished giving him MY number, we had shaken hands and were starting to walk away from each other when a big gleaming pick-up truck drove by, honked, a tan muscular arm out the window waving at me: Boat Builder. OMG.
So. This third guy. I don't think there is ANYTHING going for us. But I think I would see him again. On a friendly basis. Try to give him some confidence, try to encourage him to get the courage to get out and meet more girls because he is not the guy for me in the long run...but he certainly has some good traits, and is cute... His schedule is not something that would work for me in the long run. I need a guy that has the time for me that works with MY schedule (and so far that is Storm).
So here I have met and discovered The Third Guy.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
The Analysis and The Investment
This has been a rather intense week. Gone is the loneliness I was suffering from. And it's possible I've gone over my texting limit. I've been talking with Storm almost constantly (emails, texts, phone calls, and in person....I've seen him 3 times this week). And all of a sudden boat builder is talking to me again and asked me out last night. (Boat builder walked into my shop last night looking rather hot, just 5 minutes after Storm left, EEP).
I've been learning a lot about myself since AJ and I broke up. I've been doing a lot of internal analyses. One thing I've found with the dating site and meeting new people online is that it's like one big huge complicated awkward job interview. After the initial email with somone who you are interested in...you start going deeper and deeper. You write about why you would be a great person to be with. You write about why you WOULDN'T be a great person to be with and see if that scares the guy away. You write about things that interest you and worry that you are boring. Are you a procrastinator? Insomniac? Have some phobias? Your thoughts on political/social issues? Allergic to cats? Like kinky sex? Seriously, it all comes up and you have to figure out how you will answer, and IF you will answer certain questions.
And I am finding it way too fascinating learning about new people. I've only been emailing with Storm, and the guy I will be meeting tomorrow. And here lies the problem. With Storm. The more I get to know about him, and interact with him....the more and more I'm finding that I LIKE him. And I am feeling myself becoming emotionally invested. A couple days ago I had the opportunity to watch him work for several hours. He brought his professional photography equipment to my shop and spent hours photographing the crystals. I sat back and let him do his thing. I watched him thinking and figuring out the set up, the lighting, the placement and orientation of the crystals. The look and adorable sound of delight when he captured a particularly pretty image (he was infatuated by the facets and the colors). There are other things about him too. Like how interested he is in knowing ME, and the things that matter to me. And he has an almost boyish curiosity/inquisitiveness about him. The other night we were out walking and we heard a large cricket nearby. He stopped and stooped to poke around for it, to see where it was. He walks around my shop fascinated by all the bits and bobbles and wanting to know what they are, what they are for, what they are made of. He's been both shy and very forward with me. He tells me that I am intriguing, and adorable. We've talked about everything. He laughs and gets hung up on his words sometimes. He's extremely open. Kind. Caring. He's out of the ordinary (at least as far as guys I have known).....And I'm finding myself falling head over heels for him.
Then I take a step back and try to figure out WHY. Why him?
...and wishing that I didn't like the first guy that I met on the dating site. What about my adventures in dating? What about the book that I would write after years of awkward moments and kissing frogs?
isn't there some sort of expression...."Taken by storm"?
I've been learning a lot about myself since AJ and I broke up. I've been doing a lot of internal analyses. One thing I've found with the dating site and meeting new people online is that it's like one big huge complicated awkward job interview. After the initial email with somone who you are interested in...you start going deeper and deeper. You write about why you would be a great person to be with. You write about why you WOULDN'T be a great person to be with and see if that scares the guy away. You write about things that interest you and worry that you are boring. Are you a procrastinator? Insomniac? Have some phobias? Your thoughts on political/social issues? Allergic to cats? Like kinky sex? Seriously, it all comes up and you have to figure out how you will answer, and IF you will answer certain questions.
And I am finding it way too fascinating learning about new people. I've only been emailing with Storm, and the guy I will be meeting tomorrow. And here lies the problem. With Storm. The more I get to know about him, and interact with him....the more and more I'm finding that I LIKE him. And I am feeling myself becoming emotionally invested. A couple days ago I had the opportunity to watch him work for several hours. He brought his professional photography equipment to my shop and spent hours photographing the crystals. I sat back and let him do his thing. I watched him thinking and figuring out the set up, the lighting, the placement and orientation of the crystals. The look and adorable sound of delight when he captured a particularly pretty image (he was infatuated by the facets and the colors). There are other things about him too. Like how interested he is in knowing ME, and the things that matter to me. And he has an almost boyish curiosity/inquisitiveness about him. The other night we were out walking and we heard a large cricket nearby. He stopped and stooped to poke around for it, to see where it was. He walks around my shop fascinated by all the bits and bobbles and wanting to know what they are, what they are for, what they are made of. He's been both shy and very forward with me. He tells me that I am intriguing, and adorable. We've talked about everything. He laughs and gets hung up on his words sometimes. He's extremely open. Kind. Caring. He's out of the ordinary (at least as far as guys I have known).....And I'm finding myself falling head over heels for him.
Then I take a step back and try to figure out WHY. Why him?
...and wishing that I didn't like the first guy that I met on the dating site. What about my adventures in dating? What about the book that I would write after years of awkward moments and kissing frogs?
isn't there some sort of expression...."Taken by storm"?
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
The Sushi and the Storm
Have I mentioned I've been trying out an online dating site? I've been amazed by how many single, attractive, and interesting guys there are in my area. It's overwhelming in fact. How to choose? Any one of those guys might be amazing! I just have to get to know some of them...one by one?
Last week I met one of those guys for coffee. We talked, well actually HE talked for hours. He was a very interesting guy, and seemed nice enough. We went out for our second date last night. This went A LOT better. I felt like I was really seeing him for who he was...unlike on our coffee date (more honest? open? human?). We went out for sushi (YAY!!!). We ordered a large sake...he had never had sake before but was a huge fan of sushi. It turns out he wasn't a fan of sake, so I drank most of it. We laughed at that and he promised he'd be a gentleman if I got drunk from it.
After dinner we headed back into downtown, and took a walk up to the duck pond. We were gazing at the waterfall and talking about his photography, when he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss! Yikes! Just as we went to keep walking, I mentioned to him "You know, we are on what they call the kissing bridge...". Ooops. He turned around and kissed me again! It was like one of those cute awkward scenes from a cute romantic movie. As we continued around the pond and past the big fat geese, a HUGE black ominous cloud moved over us. Should we go somewhere? He's not a big fan of drinking/bars. So I let us into my shop and we sat and talked and talked and talked. Soon we realized the storm hadn't hit yet, so we went for another walk towards the OTHER waterfall. Storm hit! We high tailed it back to my shop, where we hung out in the doorway, just out of the rain, watching the storm. And we talked and talked and talked some more. Boy, can he go off on a tangent! I'd say that we got along pretty darn well. We found a lot of interests that we had in common.
So it seems like we'll be going out again. I have this one dilema:
I have a coffee date this weekend with a different guy who I'm interested in...this guy is taller, has beautiful eyes, and I think he'll be VERY different from "Storm".
Oh dear, what ever shall I do? ;)
Last week I met one of those guys for coffee. We talked, well actually HE talked for hours. He was a very interesting guy, and seemed nice enough. We went out for our second date last night. This went A LOT better. I felt like I was really seeing him for who he was...unlike on our coffee date (more honest? open? human?). We went out for sushi (YAY!!!). We ordered a large sake...he had never had sake before but was a huge fan of sushi. It turns out he wasn't a fan of sake, so I drank most of it. We laughed at that and he promised he'd be a gentleman if I got drunk from it.
After dinner we headed back into downtown, and took a walk up to the duck pond. We were gazing at the waterfall and talking about his photography, when he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss! Yikes! Just as we went to keep walking, I mentioned to him "You know, we are on what they call the kissing bridge...". Ooops. He turned around and kissed me again! It was like one of those cute awkward scenes from a cute romantic movie. As we continued around the pond and past the big fat geese, a HUGE black ominous cloud moved over us. Should we go somewhere? He's not a big fan of drinking/bars. So I let us into my shop and we sat and talked and talked and talked. Soon we realized the storm hadn't hit yet, so we went for another walk towards the OTHER waterfall. Storm hit! We high tailed it back to my shop, where we hung out in the doorway, just out of the rain, watching the storm. And we talked and talked and talked some more. Boy, can he go off on a tangent! I'd say that we got along pretty darn well. We found a lot of interests that we had in common.
So it seems like we'll be going out again. I have this one dilema:
I have a coffee date this weekend with a different guy who I'm interested in...this guy is taller, has beautiful eyes, and I think he'll be VERY different from "Storm".
Oh dear, what ever shall I do? ;)
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Why Can't I flirt? The Cute Physical Therapist
UGH. I need to work on some things. Like how to flirt. Like how to let loose. Like how to feel more confident and unafraid.
Took myself out tonight after work. Avoided the place that I WANTED to go to, because the boat builder might be there. More on that later.
The usual: empty seat at the bar...ordered a beer and salad with chicken. There was an empty seat next me. I'm eating...."Is anyone sitting here?" My mouth full of lettuce I say No. He's CUTE. YOUNG. Flawless smooth skin, square jaw, nice hair. Button down long sleeve shirt and dark jeans. Slim. Basically: CUTE.
He strikes up the conversation, "Here by yourself or meeting some friends?". Turns out we are both there solo just to get dinner on our way home from work because it is so much easier than cooking. He's pretty friendly. He introduces himself. We chit chat. He's a physical therapist. I tell him a little about my store. His food comes and the conversation drops to practically nothing. Soon I'm done with my dinner and my beer, he's still eating, and I don't want to order another drink so I ask for my check.
So why didn't I flirt with him? WELL. I wasn't feeling so confident. The humidity is doing terrible things to my complexion and my hair. I could feel a couple small pimples forming up on the side of my face that was facing him. And I noticed I spattered a small drop of salad dressing on my shirt. So I'm trying to hide my pimple and my salad dressing stain with my unruly hair while trying not to look like a character from Fraggle Rock. And it seemed like he may have been interested. I think I saw him glancing sideways, checking me out periodically, and he asked that "Come here often?" question. Like maybe he was wondering if he'd run into me again? When I paid my bill he smiled at me and wished me a good evening.
On my way back to my car, the French Man leaned towards his restaurant's window and waved to me.
Last weekend Boat Builder blew me off...our date never happened and I haven't heard from him since. No more daily texts from him.
Last night I went out on a "coffee date" with a guy I "met" through that online dating site. Nice guy...interesting guy...mildy attractive. He was DEFINATELY interested. But I found myself unable to flirt and being very hesitant about his advances....he kissed me on the cheek a couple times and I'm pretty sure he was hoping to get more than my cheek.
Who can give me lessons on flirting? I think I'll treat my self to a facial before bed.
Took myself out tonight after work. Avoided the place that I WANTED to go to, because the boat builder might be there. More on that later.
The usual: empty seat at the bar...ordered a beer and salad with chicken. There was an empty seat next me. I'm eating...."Is anyone sitting here?" My mouth full of lettuce I say No. He's CUTE. YOUNG. Flawless smooth skin, square jaw, nice hair. Button down long sleeve shirt and dark jeans. Slim. Basically: CUTE.
He strikes up the conversation, "Here by yourself or meeting some friends?". Turns out we are both there solo just to get dinner on our way home from work because it is so much easier than cooking. He's pretty friendly. He introduces himself. We chit chat. He's a physical therapist. I tell him a little about my store. His food comes and the conversation drops to practically nothing. Soon I'm done with my dinner and my beer, he's still eating, and I don't want to order another drink so I ask for my check.
So why didn't I flirt with him? WELL. I wasn't feeling so confident. The humidity is doing terrible things to my complexion and my hair. I could feel a couple small pimples forming up on the side of my face that was facing him. And I noticed I spattered a small drop of salad dressing on my shirt. So I'm trying to hide my pimple and my salad dressing stain with my unruly hair while trying not to look like a character from Fraggle Rock. And it seemed like he may have been interested. I think I saw him glancing sideways, checking me out periodically, and he asked that "Come here often?" question. Like maybe he was wondering if he'd run into me again? When I paid my bill he smiled at me and wished me a good evening.
On my way back to my car, the French Man leaned towards his restaurant's window and waved to me.
Last weekend Boat Builder blew me off...our date never happened and I haven't heard from him since. No more daily texts from him.
Last night I went out on a "coffee date" with a guy I "met" through that online dating site. Nice guy...interesting guy...mildy attractive. He was DEFINATELY interested. But I found myself unable to flirt and being very hesitant about his advances....he kissed me on the cheek a couple times and I'm pretty sure he was hoping to get more than my cheek.
Who can give me lessons on flirting? I think I'll treat my self to a facial before bed.
Friday, May 18, 2012
I REALLY don't like being out solo
Alright. So the purpose of solo date night chronicles is to to have me going out by myself, being the amazing and attractive (?) female who isn't afraid to go out alone and have adventures.
But the truth is that I HATE being out alone. I am a quiet person, but I LOVE being out with people, talking to people, etc. Sometimes I have a hard time with this this, because, well, I find myself rather boring. I don't have much to talk about, and find that I have little in common with the people I find myself with around in bars. I don't follow popular music, or sports. Or anything popular or current.
I went out solo this past Monday. It was nice to be out and eat dinner and have a beer. But it was a mistake. It was not an adventure, just a night not eating home alone. Monday night is not a good night to go out and be around social people. I found myself texting my new boat builder friend who was at a bar just a couple hundred feet away, and grateful for the contact with someone who seemed interested in talking to me. (and wishing I was out with him instead of by myself).
The boat builder and I have been communicating quite frequently through text...not something that I'm used to. But I've found myself waiting and hoping to hear from him, which has been almost daily. At first I found his attention worrisome...not sure if it was what I wanted...not used to the attention...not used to having someone besides my mom who was interested in how my day was going.
As we all should know, texts are rather impersonal...you can't get a feel for the person on the other end...and things can get read wrong. And there were some texts from the boat builder that I just wasn't sure about. I AM pretty sure now that he is definately a good guy. And...and this a problem of mine...after the first few days of hesitation...I would get to hoping that he would stop in to my store to say hello again. Perhaps because I trust the in person "hello's" much better than the texts. Perhaps just wanting to see a man who might be interested in me, IN PERSON.
I joined an online dating site last week (?). In the first couple of days I got over a dozen messages from guys. Who knows if they were good guys are not....You can't tell from a picture and typed words. I wrote back to one of them, after several days. But in between that time I added content to my online dating profile. And since then....no emails...I think I scared them off. Except for the guy I responded to who asked "So....how long ago was that breakup you mentioned?".
I AM (I hope) now over that breakup...and I've learned a lot from it. I thought I was picky before, but I may be more picky now than ever. And my goal is to let go of all of the qualifications that a guy must have...and just go with the flow. Like I used to. I'm still young, and I can still have fun. I just can't let it get a hold of me.
I had a couple of beers with the boat builder tonight, and we have a "date" for tomorrow.....
But the truth is that I HATE being out alone. I am a quiet person, but I LOVE being out with people, talking to people, etc. Sometimes I have a hard time with this this, because, well, I find myself rather boring. I don't have much to talk about, and find that I have little in common with the people I find myself with around in bars. I don't follow popular music, or sports. Or anything popular or current.
I went out solo this past Monday. It was nice to be out and eat dinner and have a beer. But it was a mistake. It was not an adventure, just a night not eating home alone. Monday night is not a good night to go out and be around social people. I found myself texting my new boat builder friend who was at a bar just a couple hundred feet away, and grateful for the contact with someone who seemed interested in talking to me. (and wishing I was out with him instead of by myself).
The boat builder and I have been communicating quite frequently through text...not something that I'm used to. But I've found myself waiting and hoping to hear from him, which has been almost daily. At first I found his attention worrisome...not sure if it was what I wanted...not used to the attention...not used to having someone besides my mom who was interested in how my day was going.
As we all should know, texts are rather impersonal...you can't get a feel for the person on the other end...and things can get read wrong. And there were some texts from the boat builder that I just wasn't sure about. I AM pretty sure now that he is definately a good guy. And...and this a problem of mine...after the first few days of hesitation...I would get to hoping that he would stop in to my store to say hello again. Perhaps because I trust the in person "hello's" much better than the texts. Perhaps just wanting to see a man who might be interested in me, IN PERSON.
I joined an online dating site last week (?). In the first couple of days I got over a dozen messages from guys. Who knows if they were good guys are not....You can't tell from a picture and typed words. I wrote back to one of them, after several days. But in between that time I added content to my online dating profile. And since then....no emails...I think I scared them off. Except for the guy I responded to who asked "So....how long ago was that breakup you mentioned?".
I AM (I hope) now over that breakup...and I've learned a lot from it. I thought I was picky before, but I may be more picky now than ever. And my goal is to let go of all of the qualifications that a guy must have...and just go with the flow. Like I used to. I'm still young, and I can still have fun. I just can't let it get a hold of me.
I had a couple of beers with the boat builder tonight, and we have a "date" for tomorrow.....
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
two lonely souls: Oops, fancy meeting you here....
I attempted another solo night out tonight. I'd had a rough few days (thinking and thinking and remembering and wanting to know what I had ever done wrong) and didn't want to go home. After closing shop, I ran a few errands then drove back into town, I knew where I wanted to go...heard they make a great mac and cheese (recommended by boat builder). I was looking for another solo night, really, I think. Another night to prove my braveness, stength and courage. I'd had a "date" last week with the boat builder, and I had a good time, enjoyed his company (and his nervousness?) and I went home with a smile. He was a perfect gentleman. But then I got to thinking. I got to thinking that it was too soon for any kind of date....I'm not ready yet. Am I? No, I need to work on me some more.
At the end of my errands, I'm in the parking lot for the restaurant, boat builder texted me a "hey, how was your day at the store?" type of message. I texted him back. Then I got into the restaurant, looked in, and there he was! Of course I went over to join him. Not only would it have felt weird and rude not to, but he had just texted me, and I knew I wanted the company. And I had a feeling he would be there. And did I want to run into him? Maybe I did. But I wasn't truly planning on it.
During our mish-mashed conversation eating our gourmet mac and cheese at the bar, we talked about some things. I told him that I've been having trouble sleeping (which led to him asking why, but before I could answer him he said that it must the breakup that I mentioned to him last week, and I had barely said a word about it, and yes, he apparently made careful note of it). Turns out he had a really tough one a few months ago, commiserated with me. He said he lost 34 pounds in the month following his breakup....he couldn't eat. It took him a couple months to get over it. We chit chatted some more. He told me some of the same stories he told me when we were out last week. We left at the same time...he didn't walk me to my car like he had done before, and didn't give me a hug like after our "date". His big white gleaming pick-up truck was parked right in front of the restaurant. He texted me after getting home, thanking me for keeping him company. If anything, I know I at least have the possibility of a new friend. Another lonely soul who's looking for company for dinner.
AJ rarely texted me or asked "how was your day at the store?". If he did, it was so uncommon or so long ago that I can't recall it. I have to admit, it's pretty nice but weird for boat builder to ask me how my day was. I don't know what to make of it.....
At the end of my errands, I'm in the parking lot for the restaurant, boat builder texted me a "hey, how was your day at the store?" type of message. I texted him back. Then I got into the restaurant, looked in, and there he was! Of course I went over to join him. Not only would it have felt weird and rude not to, but he had just texted me, and I knew I wanted the company. And I had a feeling he would be there. And did I want to run into him? Maybe I did. But I wasn't truly planning on it.
During our mish-mashed conversation eating our gourmet mac and cheese at the bar, we talked about some things. I told him that I've been having trouble sleeping (which led to him asking why, but before I could answer him he said that it must the breakup that I mentioned to him last week, and I had barely said a word about it, and yes, he apparently made careful note of it). Turns out he had a really tough one a few months ago, commiserated with me. He said he lost 34 pounds in the month following his breakup....he couldn't eat. It took him a couple months to get over it. We chit chatted some more. He told me some of the same stories he told me when we were out last week. We left at the same time...he didn't walk me to my car like he had done before, and didn't give me a hug like after our "date". His big white gleaming pick-up truck was parked right in front of the restaurant. He texted me after getting home, thanking me for keeping him company. If anything, I know I at least have the possibility of a new friend. Another lonely soul who's looking for company for dinner.
AJ rarely texted me or asked "how was your day at the store?". If he did, it was so uncommon or so long ago that I can't recall it. I have to admit, it's pretty nice but weird for boat builder to ask me how my day was. I don't know what to make of it.....
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Free Dessert from the French Man
It has been a tough few days at the store...a tad too slow except for the girl scout troop that I hosted last night. And since I am supposedly getting together with The Boat Builder tomorrow, time for a night out solo at my favorite place!
I walk into the french/spanish restauraunt, and there is only one person at the bar. I sit down and order what I had two weeks ago. It's the same bartender and he says "it's nice to see you again". The long haired waiter sees me and practically falls over himself, takes my hand and covers his face. He says he has forgotten my name. He asked the bartender what it was, he said he never got my name. So we exchanged names. The bartender is Andrew and the long haired waiter boy is..."Hadar"?? It starts to get really busy, ALL the seats at the bar fill. A couple to my left, a young lady by herself to my right. She starts up a conversation with a random young man who squeezes in next to her. I overhear that today was the restaurant's fifth year anniversary!
The French owner/manager (?), is there (with the amazing eyes). He recognizes me and says hello. He's gotten to know that I own the shop down the road, and every time AJ and I went there for dinner he'd almost always be the one to wait on us. As it gets busier, the French Man is running all over the place, making drinks, seating tables, talking with regulars. He catches my eye often, maybe because I keep looking at him and grinning, as he is dancing around and making funny stretching movements as if his back hurts. He looks at me, "Are you okay?". I wonder what he saw in my face, my eyes have been red and burning all day. Perhaps he's wondering why I'm there by myself. Yes I am okay, I tell him. He comes over and asks me about business "Eez eet bizy for you now? Ze bizy season?". I tell him it's been a slow few days, and he says he hopes it gets better. I tell the bartender that I'll pass on dessert. The French Man apparently made note of that. A few minutes later The French Man places a dessert in front of me with a wink, and a finger to his lips to say "Shh!".
There are a few familiar faces at the bar now. A man on the end who I had a conversation with a couple years ago, and on the corner, an older couple who I knew from my childhood, as they were friends with my aunt and uncle. I thank the French Man for dessert. I wave goodbye and smile at the long haired waiter boy and told him I'll be back. I say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Weir on my way out.
There were a couple other things that had happened...like chit chatting with the couple next me, and mis-understanding the French Man when he first said hello to me. "Arrre you cheeething out?" Excuse me, cheating out? "No...Chillling out!".
Time to confirm my "date" with the boat builder tomorrow night...
I walk into the french/spanish restauraunt, and there is only one person at the bar. I sit down and order what I had two weeks ago. It's the same bartender and he says "it's nice to see you again". The long haired waiter sees me and practically falls over himself, takes my hand and covers his face. He says he has forgotten my name. He asked the bartender what it was, he said he never got my name. So we exchanged names. The bartender is Andrew and the long haired waiter boy is..."Hadar"?? It starts to get really busy, ALL the seats at the bar fill. A couple to my left, a young lady by herself to my right. She starts up a conversation with a random young man who squeezes in next to her. I overhear that today was the restaurant's fifth year anniversary!
The French owner/manager (?), is there (with the amazing eyes). He recognizes me and says hello. He's gotten to know that I own the shop down the road, and every time AJ and I went there for dinner he'd almost always be the one to wait on us. As it gets busier, the French Man is running all over the place, making drinks, seating tables, talking with regulars. He catches my eye often, maybe because I keep looking at him and grinning, as he is dancing around and making funny stretching movements as if his back hurts. He looks at me, "Are you okay?". I wonder what he saw in my face, my eyes have been red and burning all day. Perhaps he's wondering why I'm there by myself. Yes I am okay, I tell him. He comes over and asks me about business "Eez eet bizy for you now? Ze bizy season?". I tell him it's been a slow few days, and he says he hopes it gets better. I tell the bartender that I'll pass on dessert. The French Man apparently made note of that. A few minutes later The French Man places a dessert in front of me with a wink, and a finger to his lips to say "Shh!".
There are a few familiar faces at the bar now. A man on the end who I had a conversation with a couple years ago, and on the corner, an older couple who I knew from my childhood, as they were friends with my aunt and uncle. I thank the French Man for dessert. I wave goodbye and smile at the long haired waiter boy and told him I'll be back. I say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Weir on my way out.
There were a couple other things that had happened...like chit chatting with the couple next me, and mis-understanding the French Man when he first said hello to me. "Arrre you cheeething out?" Excuse me, cheating out? "No...Chillling out!".
Time to confirm my "date" with the boat builder tomorrow night...
Thursday, April 26, 2012
The Chamber and the Jam Bander
I had heard that the chamber of commerce (of which I am a member of for another week or so, unless I renew), was having one of thier "business after hours" parties at Stonebridge, up the street. The event was from 5-7, and I close the shop at 7, so I figured I would head over and see if I recognized any fellow chamber members that were lingering on, get a beer and some dinner.
Prelude:
Boat builder walked up to the store at 6:00. I waved and he stopped in. He could see that the store was "busy" (my beading club friends were in attendance). He asked what I was doing for dinner? I told him I was thinking about crashing a chamber of commerce party which ended at 7. He said he'd stop by on his way out. He showed up just before 7, and waited outside until my beading friends left :) I asked him what his plans were, and he said he was going to Archie's for a salad...and that I could join him there after the chamber of commerce thing. I didn't make a commitment though.
I headed over to Stonebridge, the event was finishing up, but the secretary/director of activities recognized me and said hi and we talked about membership dues. The place was mobbed with lingering chamber members, in their suit jackets and and name tags. I found the ONE seat at the bar. I wasn't going to try to mingle as I didn't have a name tag (since I didn't register for the event). Ordered my beer and salad with cranberries, apples, walnuts and chicken (YUM). I ended up conversing breifly with one chamber business woman, and then it was the lonely young man next to me.
Poor guy was befuddled by the mob of business people. So I informed him. We talked in dribs abd drabs about my business. Turns out he just moved here in October for a job, and was having a hard time starting anew, finding friends. We both said that we missed the Daniel Street Tavern, for their fun bands (it closed this winter). He said he was really into "jam bands". And while he looked presentable, he talked like a stoner. Or maybe it was his Michigan accent. I didn't want to talk to him that much. After I was finished with my beer and salad, getting ready to leave, we exchanged names.
Perhaps I should have gone to Archie's to find the boat builder, but I came home instead. LAME.
Prelude:
Boat builder walked up to the store at 6:00. I waved and he stopped in. He could see that the store was "busy" (my beading club friends were in attendance). He asked what I was doing for dinner? I told him I was thinking about crashing a chamber of commerce party which ended at 7. He said he'd stop by on his way out. He showed up just before 7, and waited outside until my beading friends left :) I asked him what his plans were, and he said he was going to Archie's for a salad...and that I could join him there after the chamber of commerce thing. I didn't make a commitment though.
I headed over to Stonebridge, the event was finishing up, but the secretary/director of activities recognized me and said hi and we talked about membership dues. The place was mobbed with lingering chamber members, in their suit jackets and and name tags. I found the ONE seat at the bar. I wasn't going to try to mingle as I didn't have a name tag (since I didn't register for the event). Ordered my beer and salad with cranberries, apples, walnuts and chicken (YUM). I ended up conversing breifly with one chamber business woman, and then it was the lonely young man next to me.
Poor guy was befuddled by the mob of business people. So I informed him. We talked in dribs abd drabs about my business. Turns out he just moved here in October for a job, and was having a hard time starting anew, finding friends. We both said that we missed the Daniel Street Tavern, for their fun bands (it closed this winter). He said he was really into "jam bands". And while he looked presentable, he talked like a stoner. Or maybe it was his Michigan accent. I didn't want to talk to him that much. After I was finished with my beer and salad, getting ready to leave, we exchanged names.
Perhaps I should have gone to Archie's to find the boat builder, but I came home instead. LAME.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
The Martini and the Boat Builder
Just got home from my second 2012 solo night out. It was great! I had another early night off from the store, so I walked over to a place that I haven't been to since my last solo night there a couple years ago. AJ and I never made it there for dinner, I don't think. I was craving a martini, and this place has GREAT martinis.
The bar/restaurant had an entirely new layout since I was there last. The bar area was twice the size it used to be. Good thing too, because when I got there, the bar was nearly full. I found a seat next to a couple fellows who seemed to be there solo as well. Turns out the one next to me is a somewhat regular, he knew the staff by name. I ordered a pomegranate martini and a chicken wrap. The fellow next to me strikes up some friendly, polite, non intrusive conversation. He had kind eyes and I felt comfortable conversing with him. He asked me what I do for work, I said "I own a shop here in town". And he said, The Bead Store!!!! I asked him "How the heck did you know that?!?" Turns out he has an apartment down the street, and walks past my store every evening on his way home from the train station at 6:00. So he's looked through the window and has seen me. He'd thought I'd looked familiar when I sat down and couldn't place it. His job sounded pretty interesting: he builds extremely specialized shell fishing boats, a very specialized type that can fish the clam beds faster and without disturbing the ocean floor as much as the other boats do. There are very few that they've made, and business is good.
We talked quite a bit in between eating our dinners. Truly a nice guy. I allowed him to walk me to my car. GASP. I know. At my car he asked if I would like to go out sometime. I told him to stop by and visit me at the shop. We shook hands. Not that I wouldn't go out with him, I'm just not looking for any dates right now, or should I?
It was a very enjoyable evening. I quite liked talking to the boat builder (don't worry, I got his name, just not sharing it). I'm not sure what I should do if he asks me out again. I mean, he was great company, and not at all unattractive (he had a grrrreat body, from what I could tell from my discreet sideways glances). He's older than me, 43, mostly grey haired, not a bad thing, And he's not married. Lives alone. I don't know anything else about him (besides his work, and he doesn't watch hockey games).
I wonder, if I keep going to a different place every week...what will happen. And should I get together with the boat builder?
The bar/restaurant had an entirely new layout since I was there last. The bar area was twice the size it used to be. Good thing too, because when I got there, the bar was nearly full. I found a seat next to a couple fellows who seemed to be there solo as well. Turns out the one next to me is a somewhat regular, he knew the staff by name. I ordered a pomegranate martini and a chicken wrap. The fellow next to me strikes up some friendly, polite, non intrusive conversation. He had kind eyes and I felt comfortable conversing with him. He asked me what I do for work, I said "I own a shop here in town". And he said, The Bead Store!!!! I asked him "How the heck did you know that?!?" Turns out he has an apartment down the street, and walks past my store every evening on his way home from the train station at 6:00. So he's looked through the window and has seen me. He'd thought I'd looked familiar when I sat down and couldn't place it. His job sounded pretty interesting: he builds extremely specialized shell fishing boats, a very specialized type that can fish the clam beds faster and without disturbing the ocean floor as much as the other boats do. There are very few that they've made, and business is good.
We talked quite a bit in between eating our dinners. Truly a nice guy. I allowed him to walk me to my car. GASP. I know. At my car he asked if I would like to go out sometime. I told him to stop by and visit me at the shop. We shook hands. Not that I wouldn't go out with him, I'm just not looking for any dates right now, or should I?
It was a very enjoyable evening. I quite liked talking to the boat builder (don't worry, I got his name, just not sharing it). I'm not sure what I should do if he asks me out again. I mean, he was great company, and not at all unattractive (he had a grrrreat body, from what I could tell from my discreet sideways glances). He's older than me, 43, mostly grey haired, not a bad thing, And he's not married. Lives alone. I don't know anything else about him (besides his work, and he doesn't watch hockey games).
I wonder, if I keep going to a different place every week...what will happen. And should I get together with the boat builder?
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
I wish I could go out every night!
I took myself out solo for the first time in a couple years. I was feeling particularly grumpy today, too many worries and stresses. The last thing I wanted was to head home, grumpy. I needed to cheer myself up! I was able to get out early from the store (no students tonight). So I headed over to my favorite french/spanish place up the street.
Got a seat at the fancy/cozy bar, ordered a glass of spanish red wine.....and asked for a dessert menu! I thought I'd treat myself to a rich chocolate dessert for dinner, but ended up going with a salad with smoked duck, walnuts and figs instead. The bartender was pleasant. My plate was brought to me by a waiter I have seen there many times before, I mentioned him in this blogpost a couple years ago: http://solodatenight.blogspot.com/2010/02/bistro-basque-solo-date-night-2.html ...the young hispanic guy with the really long hair. I can tell long haired boy recognizes me, he smiles coyly as he places my plate. A few minutes later he comes back and asks if I would like more bread? Yes please, just one piece. He comes back later: "More bread?" No, thank you two pieces was enough. Soon I've finished my meal, he's collected my plate, and I have just a few sips of wine left. Long haired boy comes BACK (at this point I'm very obviously done with my food, as my plates have been taken by him). He asks, "more bread?", then laughs because he's making a joke with me, and touches me on the shoulder very lightly and quickly. The light touch of his fingers catches my hair, he says "sorry, sorry!" and rushes off. The bartender practically giggles at this.
I finish my wine, pay up, and am halfway out the door when long haired boy stops me, I forget what he says first, but I thank him (for dinner). He asks me my name, and I tell him. Oh boy. He is DEFINATELY flirting with me, leaning on the doorjam, smiling ear to ear. I don't ask him his name...which wasn't very polite of me, but I didn't want to give him any ideas. He says, "You used to come here more often." ACTUALLY I HAD been there quite often, recently in fact, with AJ, I don't think long haired boy ever noticed me when I was there with AJ though (good boy). He is remembering me from when I used to go there by myself a couple years ago!!!!! I say thank you again and book it out the door.
So, tonight was fun. It was fun to be flirted with too. I'm not looking to flirt or be flirted with when I go out necessarily, but it's an added plus. Unfortunately, I am about 6 inches taller than long haired boy and probably 10 years older. So I'm not going to flirt back at him, but I'll smile and be nice for sure :)
It would be great if I could take myself out every night, I just can't afford it!!!
Got a seat at the fancy/cozy bar, ordered a glass of spanish red wine.....and asked for a dessert menu! I thought I'd treat myself to a rich chocolate dessert for dinner, but ended up going with a salad with smoked duck, walnuts and figs instead. The bartender was pleasant. My plate was brought to me by a waiter I have seen there many times before, I mentioned him in this blogpost a couple years ago: http://solodatenight.blogspot.com/2010/02/bistro-basque-solo-date-night-2.html ...the young hispanic guy with the really long hair. I can tell long haired boy recognizes me, he smiles coyly as he places my plate. A few minutes later he comes back and asks if I would like more bread? Yes please, just one piece. He comes back later: "More bread?" No, thank you two pieces was enough. Soon I've finished my meal, he's collected my plate, and I have just a few sips of wine left. Long haired boy comes BACK (at this point I'm very obviously done with my food, as my plates have been taken by him). He asks, "more bread?", then laughs because he's making a joke with me, and touches me on the shoulder very lightly and quickly. The light touch of his fingers catches my hair, he says "sorry, sorry!" and rushes off. The bartender practically giggles at this.
I finish my wine, pay up, and am halfway out the door when long haired boy stops me, I forget what he says first, but I thank him (for dinner). He asks me my name, and I tell him. Oh boy. He is DEFINATELY flirting with me, leaning on the doorjam, smiling ear to ear. I don't ask him his name...which wasn't very polite of me, but I didn't want to give him any ideas. He says, "You used to come here more often." ACTUALLY I HAD been there quite often, recently in fact, with AJ, I don't think long haired boy ever noticed me when I was there with AJ though (good boy). He is remembering me from when I used to go there by myself a couple years ago!!!!! I say thank you again and book it out the door.
So, tonight was fun. It was fun to be flirted with too. I'm not looking to flirt or be flirted with when I go out necessarily, but it's an added plus. Unfortunately, I am about 6 inches taller than long haired boy and probably 10 years older. So I'm not going to flirt back at him, but I'll smile and be nice for sure :)
It would be great if I could take myself out every night, I just can't afford it!!!
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Solo Night Happily crashed by Family
Whew! I'm glad I didn't have to go out solo tonight. I'd probably be home by now if I was out solo (unless something crazy and fun happened). But here I am, home at 7:30 after a fun night out.
One of the main points of going out solo for me is not neccessarily to meet someone (too soon right now), but to get out and do something. To not have to eat dinner home alone with a lonely glass of wine. Maybe I'd end up talking to someone, maybe I wouldn't. Tonight was really fun.
Sometimes my sister in law works nights, and when she does, my brother tries to find fun things to do with the kids. This afternoon he decided he wanted to bring the kids down here to go to the beach, then dinner in town before they headed home. My parents decided to join in. They met up with me when I was closing up shop, and by 5:30 we had walked around the corner to one of the big restaurants here in town. During the day, this is a great family restaurant. During the summer, on weekend nights, this place becomes a hot spot for young people. They have a large outdoor bar and have DJ's and bands on summer weekends. I've gone to this place before with family, and on solo adventures, and date nights for dinner with AJ.
We got a large table outside (beautful weather!). The kids were restless so we went out to the open area outside where they were playing dance music. I sipped my glass of wine, watching my niece and nephew dance and run around. I smiled at all the young men who walked by and they chuckled at the cute kids. My niece has some really awesome dance moves.
My niece would probably be an excellent wing woman for me! LOL. I was probably seen as the young (and attractive?) mother out with her family. Hilarious. After dinner my family asked what I would be doing, stay or go home? I was going home!!!! I'd had two glasses of wine, which is my maximum for when I'm out by myself and need to drive home. Besides, if I had stayed? People who had seen me there would have been wondering why I ditched my hubby and kids and was putting down some more glasses of wine by myself. hahahah.
One of the main points of going out solo for me is not neccessarily to meet someone (too soon right now), but to get out and do something. To not have to eat dinner home alone with a lonely glass of wine. Maybe I'd end up talking to someone, maybe I wouldn't. Tonight was really fun.
Sometimes my sister in law works nights, and when she does, my brother tries to find fun things to do with the kids. This afternoon he decided he wanted to bring the kids down here to go to the beach, then dinner in town before they headed home. My parents decided to join in. They met up with me when I was closing up shop, and by 5:30 we had walked around the corner to one of the big restaurants here in town. During the day, this is a great family restaurant. During the summer, on weekend nights, this place becomes a hot spot for young people. They have a large outdoor bar and have DJ's and bands on summer weekends. I've gone to this place before with family, and on solo adventures, and date nights for dinner with AJ.
We got a large table outside (beautful weather!). The kids were restless so we went out to the open area outside where they were playing dance music. I sipped my glass of wine, watching my niece and nephew dance and run around. I smiled at all the young men who walked by and they chuckled at the cute kids. My niece has some really awesome dance moves.
My niece would probably be an excellent wing woman for me! LOL. I was probably seen as the young (and attractive?) mother out with her family. Hilarious. After dinner my family asked what I would be doing, stay or go home? I was going home!!!! I'd had two glasses of wine, which is my maximum for when I'm out by myself and need to drive home. Besides, if I had stayed? People who had seen me there would have been wondering why I ditched my hubby and kids and was putting down some more glasses of wine by myself. hahahah.
Friday, April 13, 2012
The Once Upon a Time Cycle of Dinner
Any single, working person will know the trials of dinner. If it's not a trial for you, coming up with great homemade meals for yourself every night, I envy you.
For a year and a half, I had always counted on saturday night for a great dinner. Either AJ I and would go out, or we'd cook a big dinner together at my house. Sundays usually brought me to my parents house for dinner. Then Monday and Tuesday I'd have leftovers from Saturday, or I'd cook something big on Monday as it was my only true day off. Come Wednesday, with my work schedule, I'd be getting home at 9:00 pm, hungry, and lucky if I still had leftovers. Thursday either I'd have a cheese quesadilla or be needing to go to the grocery store at 7:30 after leaving work. Friday I'd arrrive at AJ's house after work, around 7:30-7:45, hungry for dinner. It used to be that we'd have a "late" dinner together. That changed to him having leftovers for me to heat up, or he'd make me an egg sandwich. That turned into me asking (after being there for 1/2 hour), "I'm hungry....is there something in your refridgerator that I could eat?" And I'd have to cook it myself. Saturday would come and the cycle would begin again.
I was solo during the week. Now I'm solo all the time except for dinner with Mom and Dad on Sundays.
I had a rare and special treat this week! A friend whom I know from my store, married and with two small children, graciously asked if she could cook a dinner for me sometime. She and her family are Indian, so she asked how I liked spicey Indian food? I LOVE Indian food! And spicey food! She must be so busy, since her youngest is only 11 weeks old, yet she asked if she could do this for me. She called me yesterday, asking what time I'd be leaving the store. 7:00. She told me to stop by her family's home and pick up some homemade Indian food! This was so kind and generous of her....I couldn't believe it. She was a gracious host. Inviting me into her home, it must have been late at that time for the children. She had a meal packed and ready for me. I visited for a little while, she gave me a packet of masala spices along with the food, and I got to hold her tiny and beautiful baby boy. This kind of generosity has me speechless. She told me that she wanted to do this for me because it must be difficult being alone.
Yes, it is difficult. But having friends out there that that want to do kind things for you makes the world amazing.
Tomorrow night I'm hoping to be strong enough to take myself out to dinner. There's a place with a cozy and classy bar. I'll get an expensive glass of wine and an inexpensive large salad for dinner. I'm hoping not to burst into tears while I'm eating.
For a year and a half, I had always counted on saturday night for a great dinner. Either AJ I and would go out, or we'd cook a big dinner together at my house. Sundays usually brought me to my parents house for dinner. Then Monday and Tuesday I'd have leftovers from Saturday, or I'd cook something big on Monday as it was my only true day off. Come Wednesday, with my work schedule, I'd be getting home at 9:00 pm, hungry, and lucky if I still had leftovers. Thursday either I'd have a cheese quesadilla or be needing to go to the grocery store at 7:30 after leaving work. Friday I'd arrrive at AJ's house after work, around 7:30-7:45, hungry for dinner. It used to be that we'd have a "late" dinner together. That changed to him having leftovers for me to heat up, or he'd make me an egg sandwich. That turned into me asking (after being there for 1/2 hour), "I'm hungry....is there something in your refridgerator that I could eat?" And I'd have to cook it myself. Saturday would come and the cycle would begin again.
I was solo during the week. Now I'm solo all the time except for dinner with Mom and Dad on Sundays.
I had a rare and special treat this week! A friend whom I know from my store, married and with two small children, graciously asked if she could cook a dinner for me sometime. She and her family are Indian, so she asked how I liked spicey Indian food? I LOVE Indian food! And spicey food! She must be so busy, since her youngest is only 11 weeks old, yet she asked if she could do this for me. She called me yesterday, asking what time I'd be leaving the store. 7:00. She told me to stop by her family's home and pick up some homemade Indian food! This was so kind and generous of her....I couldn't believe it. She was a gracious host. Inviting me into her home, it must have been late at that time for the children. She had a meal packed and ready for me. I visited for a little while, she gave me a packet of masala spices along with the food, and I got to hold her tiny and beautiful baby boy. This kind of generosity has me speechless. She told me that she wanted to do this for me because it must be difficult being alone.
Yes, it is difficult. But having friends out there that that want to do kind things for you makes the world amazing.
Tomorrow night I'm hoping to be strong enough to take myself out to dinner. There's a place with a cozy and classy bar. I'll get an expensive glass of wine and an inexpensive large salad for dinner. I'm hoping not to burst into tears while I'm eating.
Friday, April 6, 2012
The Solo Date Night Chronicles will begin anew
A new chapter in my life my solo life.
In my last post, I mentioned that I had a coffee date, set up by a friend. Well, that coffee date turned into a 1.5 year relationship. Turns out that that guy and I hit it off. We took it slow, took nearly two months getting to know each other before entering into a "relationship". It was fabulous, and I was so so happy...but then he started becoming distant, and then it blew up. Turns out he finally realized that he had no feelings for me. It was a shock...a stab I had not been anticipating.
Solo again.
It's been a tough 13 days.
I'm not going to let it defeat me. I'm going to get out there again to prove to myself that I AM WORTH IT.
I got really sick a couple days after the break up, I'm still sick. Had a flu, then maybe bronchitis or walking pneumonia. I had a fever for three days. I still don't feel right. I should be in bed right now but my head is....not tired.
Both my brother and my best friend suggested I join an online dating site. Perhaps I'll try that, eventually. But first I just need to take myself out. Prove to myself again that I am strong enough, brave enough. Before I can do that, I must be strong enough to mail my exboyfriend's house key to him. I think I'll be ready for that soon. But I'm keeping his book. It's the only thing of his (besides the key) that I have.
I contemplated going out this weekend, but I'm not sure I have it in me. I will soon.
In my last post, I mentioned that I had a coffee date, set up by a friend. Well, that coffee date turned into a 1.5 year relationship. Turns out that that guy and I hit it off. We took it slow, took nearly two months getting to know each other before entering into a "relationship". It was fabulous, and I was so so happy...but then he started becoming distant, and then it blew up. Turns out he finally realized that he had no feelings for me. It was a shock...a stab I had not been anticipating.
Solo again.
It's been a tough 13 days.
I'm not going to let it defeat me. I'm going to get out there again to prove to myself that I AM WORTH IT.
I got really sick a couple days after the break up, I'm still sick. Had a flu, then maybe bronchitis or walking pneumonia. I had a fever for three days. I still don't feel right. I should be in bed right now but my head is....not tired.
Both my brother and my best friend suggested I join an online dating site. Perhaps I'll try that, eventually. But first I just need to take myself out. Prove to myself again that I am strong enough, brave enough. Before I can do that, I must be strong enough to mail my exboyfriend's house key to him. I think I'll be ready for that soon. But I'm keeping his book. It's the only thing of his (besides the key) that I have.
I contemplated going out this weekend, but I'm not sure I have it in me. I will soon.
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