Earlier this week I went on a very last minute date; with a girlfriend.
We used to train together often but now she trains more heavily on ballroom dancing than silk. I hadn’t seen her in forever. When she texted me, “Meet me downtown tonight” and I knew my only conflicting event was a “Real Housewives” rerun, so I decided to go. Again, another bar I’ve never been to, this one on top of the sports center downtown and the views were amazing.
As the outdoors patios filled up with yuppies and the same old conversations flittered around my ears, I was taken back for a moment. I had dated one of “those yuppies” that lived in one of those downtown high-rises a few years ago. In fact, my parents took some friends downtown and me for a birthday dinner. When we passed the my ex-yuppie’s building I made the mistake of mentioning it. Pops’ response?
“Good grief! You sure dated some real winners, haven’t you Kimmie?”
Gee, thanks Pops. I changed the subject as fast as humanly possible, with an assist from Ma. Well needed before Pops had more time to think and keep commenting on it.
As I stood on the rooftop and glanced around, it was a bit undeniable that the view was spectacular. While many would have focused on what was an elbow’s length away, I chose instead to focus on the city lights. I thought ahead to what this week would bring dating wise and I felt…. completely unmotivated. I didn’t want to do anything really. I had tried so many different things lately that hadn’t amounted to any results.
I didn’t want to look online anymore. I didn’t want to try some other activity or setup thing or whatever you call it. I didn’t want to go to another bar or club with girlfriends. I wanted to sit home, alone with my dogs and catch up on "Real Housewives". Very pathetic, I know. I left that evening driving my girlfriend to her yuppies, oops sorry, new-guy-she-is-dating-place downtown and found myself home alone. Again.
After wallowing in my rut this week I did two things. I logged into one of my online accounts and read one of my hundreds of messages. I ended up writing back to a really cute guy. And he actually wrote back. And we’ve been texting all week. And get this? I think I may just like him. Thankfully, he only lives nearby during half the seasons so I don’t have to know if I like him or not yet.
The second thing I did was go out again with Scott. That makes date number three. When he left the next morning; he didn’t leave. We went to the pool and grocery shopping; very boring stuff. I don’t know what I am with Scott. He knows I’m dating, he knows I’m looking, he knows about all my online accounts and he encourages me with my dating blog. As far as I know he isn’t seeing anyone else. He refers to me as a girl, who is his friend. And I agree; Scott is a guy who is my friend. So for now, I will keep all my online accounts and weekly pursuits, and Scott. A guy, who is my friend.
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