I met someone for coffee a few days ago, in between errand running and other meetings. About 20 minutes in, I had the horrifying realization that he was the ex-husband of someone I know. Ack! Damn different last names! I did not run screaming but I did extricate myself soon thereafter and politely turn down a later request for a future meeting. Let’s file that one away in the “never going to happen” file.
The Gentleman and I had our third date earlier this week: dinner and a movie at his place. He’s a good cook, he has good taste in movies and he has a very comfortable sofa. It was a lovely evening, really, but I haven’t failed to notice how quickly it’s become rather comfortable. When I arrived, I walked straight into the kitchen, found a dish for the fruit I’d brought, found the glasses, opened the wine, then sat by the bar, talking, while he finished up – and then it occurred to me that could have been a little strange. Well, no stranger than accepting an invitation to stay the night, I suppose… If all goes well, we’ll see each other next week.
IT Guy and I had a second date yesterday, and it also went quite well. He’s a fair bit older than me but you wouldn’t really know it. We met for drinks, walked a bit, and then had dinner, with good conversation the entire time. Turns out, I am more than ready to spend time with men my age or older. We speak the same language, if you will, and after the initial nerves are over, it’s just easy. So, it was a good few hours and I spent more time laughing than I would have expected. I suspected he was somewhat smitten, and he confirmed that when we parted: here’s to kissing guys in parking lots, it seems! He definitely wants to see me again, and I’m certainly not opposed, so we’ll likely meet up again next week.
And, if you can believe it, I have a date Sunday afternoon with the gentleman who lives elsewhere. I will admit to being rather interested in meeting this guy; he’s intriguing.
Today, however, I’m off to a professional meeting. I get back Sunday early afternoon, with all day meetings in between (yay…) . Luckily, I’m driving, so I can turn up the tunes and enjoy not having to fly this time. I’m only back for a few days next week, though, since I’m flying to Home State next Wed for a week’s visit – which could make for an interesting three days…