I had a good day. I also had a good date. Funny how that works!
I started at the farmers market, picking up a few vegetable edibles for the week ahead. I’m so happy when I have real, ripe tomatoes in my house! I didn’t get much in the way of food, though, since I won’t be eating dinner at home often this week. The girls and I will likely do our regular Monday meal; I have plans with a girlfriend Tuesday; World Traveler and I have plans on Thursday – which means my days need to be very productive…
I went from there to the gym. I didn’t do too well with Thursday’s running effort – turns out, it’s a good idea to eat lunch on the day you’re going to try running – so I re-did the session today. And I could finish it! I even managed to add five minutes. I know running on a treadmill is very different than running on actual ground – that needs to happen at some point – but at least I’m making some progress. And I did my session with the swings afterward!
Then it was home. A long shower, a little housekeeping, a little work – and then The Professor arrived. He was running late, which was perfectly fine, as we had very loose plans; he called to let me know, rather than texting, which seemed awfully nice. He came in for a bit – actually sat down to chat – and then we drove over to a small town to check out its festival.
It turned out to be the perfect way to spend the afternoon on a second date. We wandered around to the different booths and tried out some local food; we sat down on a wall along the town square to eat and ended up sitting there to talk for about half an hour; we wandered a bit more; then we got some beer, sat down on the steps of a monument and talked for over an hour. And by talked, I mean laughed. He keeps me in stitches, and I can usually get a few chuckles along the way; we both have dry senses of humor and then you add in similar backgrounds and the same profession, so there’s plenty to laugh about. We did share a bit more about ourselves – family, childhood, divorce, children – so it wasn’t all superficial laughter, but it wasn’t deeply heavy, either. Not sure that makes sense…but when he paused during a conversation and somewhat carefully asked about whether I’d ever wanted children, I could answer with the truthful response that I always thought I would but it simply never worked out, even though I liked little ones – and it wasn’t awkward or serious or odd, just part of the conversation before we were on to other things.
We left as we were rained on – not the best look for me but there wasn’t much I could do about it – and drove back to my town for a casual dinner, more conversation and more laughter. He left once we got back to my house, which I suppose I could take amiss. It’s hard to, though, given that we’d been together almost six hours, he had an hour drive home, and he’d run over 15 miles this morning. The man was legitimately tired: it’s hard to argue with that. I did get two hugs and a comment that included “next time” as well as a text when he got home to say he’d arrived safely and he’d had a nice time. So, all things considered, a really good day.
It’s actually quite pleasant to have a date that revolves around good company and good conversation. Would I mind if he kissed me? Not at all. Do I mind that he hasn’t? Not so much. It’s sort of a relief, frankly, that it hasn’t been on the table yet. I don’t know if that means he’s not interested or that he’s taking things slowly or that he’s your typical clueless academic – it’s hard to tell, actually. It won’t be the end of the world if he’s not interested but it would be awfully nice if he was.
He has asked me out the two times we’ve seen each other, though. So, in the spirit of 21st century dating, I think it’s my turn next. I know he has plans with his child next weekend, so that’s off the table. But I have tickets to a concert in a few weeks, a relatively small band in a small venue. I’ll offer that in a day or two and see if he has any interest. Fingers crossed, I think…