I spent almost four hours today working on email. Four. Hours. It isn’t just responding to them, of course; most of them require me to do something else in order to respond: look up some information, put together a quick memo, email a second person, skim a paper. I’m down to 29, after starting with 53, so there’s that.
I went to the gym yesterday and today, after being out of town – and therefore far from the gym – Wed through Fri. The time away didn’t do me any favors. I just don’t have the stamina yet; the most I’ve been able to run is 25 minutes at one stretch – which is amazing for me but still not where I’d like to be. Yes, every minute running is better than the years not running that have come before. And I’ll keep going to the gym.
As for dating, the gentleman of last week’s good dates continues to impress. We saw each other for a short while Friday and we had a real date last night: out for dinner and drinks. He’s a really good guy, as in an actual good person – not that I’ve been out with a lot of assholes but he does stand apart. I like that he’s in education, that he’s inquisitive, that he reads; he does have a tendency to talk at me sometimes but it isn’t mean-spirited, and we do have very good conversations. He’s nice looking, especially when he smiles and laughs, and well-dressed, which is somewhat rare here. We’re very comfortable with each other; our second date was us literally sitting on his sofa, working on our laptops, until The Daily Show came on (and then he kissed me, which was also quite comfortable, as was what followed).
So, what’s the catch? He’s younger than me, which I had sworn off, as we know, so I deferred when he first asked me out. He lured me out for drinks, however, by quoting ’80s song lyrics – needless to say, he has a good sense of humor. He’s shorter than me; I’m surprised it doesn’t bother him and perhaps more surprised that it doesn’t bother me. Most importantly, I suspect he wants something much more serious than I can offer, especially since he has a young child. For now, though, it would be nice to continue with our dates, if he’s so inclined. If we have another, he gets a pseudonym.
World Traveler has returned from a week or so away; we have dinner plans Tuesday. I must admit, I have cooled towards him. We’ve had a bit of back and forth, with him suggesting that he would be free and then being caught with work. I don’t do well with men who can’t follow through on what they say, even if it’s only implied, even if they have good reasons for doing so. It may be irrational but I’m willing to own it. So, we’ll see how things go over dinner.
And I had a date this evening, actually. The gentleman and I messaged for a bit; when he asked to meet for drinks, I wasn’t opposed. We didn’t have any trouble talking to each other, perhaps because we’re the same age, but we also have similar interests – and he asked questions, which is somewhat rare, as it turns out. After about half an hour, thought, I thought: nice guy, nice looking, dressed well, pleasant to talk to, but not really feeling any connection, although I could tell he was definitely interested (not because of creepiness but gentlemanly attentiveness). But then, we kept talking, and suddenly it was three hours later. I’m still not sure if there’s a connection but we’re meeting for coffee later this week. If we have a date past that, he gets a pseudonym, too.