Now comes the hard part.
Now I have to be normal. I haven't dated anyone casually, seems like in forever. So I don't really know how to do it. I know how to be in an "all in, or all out" relationship. This is a learning curve for me. To show interest, be myself, and not be too, I don't know, eager, or whatever the word is.
It is harder than you would think, playing it cool. Hiding your crazy.
I have gotten kind of used to the bad first date, and that's not so bad, it's just a bad date, and I never have to talk to them again.
This, this is harder.
This is paying attention to how many texts you send vs how many they send. It is not calling them and waiting for them to call you. It is holding your cards a little closer to the chest.
I am not a good gambler.
This takes patience, and a knowledge that I don't know if I have.
People are asking me how it is going, but I honestly don't know. What I think is good, he may not, and vice versa. So for today, it seems ok, but that could change over night.
I don't know if he is talking to anyone else. I don't want to ask, and run the risk of making it weird. So I am waiting, and trying to play the game that I feel like everyone else knows the rules for, and I have just been dealt in.
We will see.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
The Mechanic
Let me tell you all about the Mechanic. He is 32, a daddy of 2 cute little girls that he calls his princesses, a mechanic by trade, and works doing landscaping on the side.
He is 6', bald, has a beard and green eyes. He was one fight away from becoming a professional UFC fighter, but was injured and not allowed to continue.
The Mechanic is funny. Not in a way that my mom would love, but in a way that keeps me laughing the entire time I am with him. He is sarcastic, and witty. Even before we met in person, was being sarcastic on the phone, giving me a hard time and teasing me. I loved it, because so many of these guys are trying so hard to say the right thing all the time, and he just was being himself.
Our first date was totally relaxed and chill, we went to some dive bar I have never heard of, and can't remember the name of now, and played pool. It was fun. Relaxed, just hanging out kind of fun. Both of us wearing jeans and flip flops. It was great.
The next afternoon, we had the opportunity to spend a couple hours together, just hanging out and talking. No activity, or plan, just hanging. Again, super fun.
The mechanic says he likes me, likes hanging out with me. That he wants to keep hanging out together, take it slow and see where it goes.
He also texts me at 7 am to say good morning, usually with a sweetie attached, and around 9:30 at night with a good night.
He makes me smile.
:-)
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
um, no
Let's not forget to mention the "well, can I come over and watch a movie and hang out after your kids go to bed" guy.
I mean really, you have emailed with him for two days, so that seems completely reasonable and responsible, right?
Completely.
I mean really, you have emailed with him for two days, so that seems completely reasonable and responsible, right?
Completely.
resurface
Remember the guy from this post?
Well, he showed back up again today via text, and no amount of niceness, or "I'm not the right girl for you" was gonna get thru to him. Eventually I had to say, "listen, you are not my type, and I am not into you. At all. Now please stop"
I also warned him to not ask questions he didn't really want answers to. He kept up, and finally, I had to tell him he was too short, skinny, and overall not my type.
Well, he showed back up again today via text, and no amount of niceness, or "I'm not the right girl for you" was gonna get thru to him. Eventually I had to say, "listen, you are not my type, and I am not into you. At all. Now please stop"
I also warned him to not ask questions he didn't really want answers to. He kept up, and finally, I had to tell him he was too short, skinny, and overall not my type.
oh, by the way....
Online dating is kind of a numbers game. So you are normally talking to more than one person at a time, via email, or text, or phone calls. You don't meet with all of them. Most are weeded out based on things they say, don't say, or various other reasons.
Such as, "oh, by the way, I just wanted to let you know, during the mid 90's, I spent about 6 years in prison..."
The conversation was like this:
Him- I think you should know that I spent most of the early 90's in prison.
Me- for what?
Him- a drive by shooting...
Me- were you the driver or the shooter?
Him- the shooter. But it was only because I was high on PCP at the time. I shot at a house thru a picture window, and it went into the couch. The problem was there was a woman sleeping on the couch and she was shot in the ankle.
Me- ok.....
Him- so I was sentenced to 12 years, but served 5 years and 9 months. But it was a really long time ago, so I really hope it doesn't bother you too much.
Me- well, um, yeah, I am gonna have to think on that.
There are some VERY interesting people in this world folks. VERY interesting indeed.
Such as, "oh, by the way, I just wanted to let you know, during the mid 90's, I spent about 6 years in prison..."
The conversation was like this:
Him- I think you should know that I spent most of the early 90's in prison.
Me- for what?
Him- a drive by shooting...
Me- were you the driver or the shooter?
Him- the shooter. But it was only because I was high on PCP at the time. I shot at a house thru a picture window, and it went into the couch. The problem was there was a woman sleeping on the couch and she was shot in the ankle.
Me- ok.....
Him- so I was sentenced to 12 years, but served 5 years and 9 months. But it was a really long time ago, so I really hope it doesn't bother you too much.
Me- well, um, yeah, I am gonna have to think on that.
There are some VERY interesting people in this world folks. VERY interesting indeed.
You live where?
One of the fine upstanding gentlemen to contact me lives here in our town. We emailed for a few days, and he talked about having full custody of his two girls. We talked about school ending, summer plans, and favorite local things to do in the summer time.
We agreed that one day when I got off of work, I would meet him by the river and go for a walk. We spoke a few times during the day leading up to the meeting, and he talked about volunteering at a local church that serves lunch on Sundays. He talked about volunteering at the local homeless shelter.
At one point, he mentioned that "something" had happened a few weeks (or did he say months) ago, and that his two daughters were living with their mom for a little while.
He talked about how our town was not that big, and he enjoyed riding his bike all around.
Once, he mentioned a roommate.
Independently, none of those things matter all that much.
We met by the river, went for a walk, and had a very weird conversation.
Throughout the entire time, I started to piece things together in my mind. When we left, I asked something about which car was his. He said he didn't have one, that he had walked, and only lived a few blocks away.
I am fairly certain he was referring to the local homeless shelter. That he is living there. I don't begrudge anyone that help.
I also don't want to, and won't date a man living there.
Not to mention that every picture he sent was of his face and shoulders and he represented himself as fairly in shape and when I arrived, I found a man who had a beer belly roughly the shape of a woman about 36-37 weeks pregnant. Hmm. No.
It was another one of those that when I left, he texted me and asked if I would want to see him again, when I told him no, at least not on a dating level, he answered in kind by telling me how he didn't need me, or anyone else.
We agreed that one day when I got off of work, I would meet him by the river and go for a walk. We spoke a few times during the day leading up to the meeting, and he talked about volunteering at a local church that serves lunch on Sundays. He talked about volunteering at the local homeless shelter.
At one point, he mentioned that "something" had happened a few weeks (or did he say months) ago, and that his two daughters were living with their mom for a little while.
He talked about how our town was not that big, and he enjoyed riding his bike all around.
Once, he mentioned a roommate.
Independently, none of those things matter all that much.
We met by the river, went for a walk, and had a very weird conversation.
Throughout the entire time, I started to piece things together in my mind. When we left, I asked something about which car was his. He said he didn't have one, that he had walked, and only lived a few blocks away.
I am fairly certain he was referring to the local homeless shelter. That he is living there. I don't begrudge anyone that help.
I also don't want to, and won't date a man living there.
Not to mention that every picture he sent was of his face and shoulders and he represented himself as fairly in shape and when I arrived, I found a man who had a beer belly roughly the shape of a woman about 36-37 weeks pregnant. Hmm. No.
It was another one of those that when I left, he texted me and asked if I would want to see him again, when I told him no, at least not on a dating level, he answered in kind by telling me how he didn't need me, or anyone else.
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