I hate my short hair.
Seriously, I wish I had never cut it. Damn 21-year-old photogenic self! I realize there are many lies online, but I really try to be as genuine as possible. I know I don't like it when I meet someone from online in person who doesn't 'measure up', for example, and I really try to be sincere. So this week, I made sure all my profile pictures were updated to reflect my shortened cut. Most of them did already but a few old ones still had my long locks. I've been communicating with a few guys, but I'll keep mum until there is an actual date. This week, however, I did have a new first; a second date.
When I was getting ready for my date, I realized that I have had a lot of first dates or encounters or first dating situations, but I haven't been on an actual second date yet. So, if anyone is keeping track that's six years or since I was 23 since I've gone out with someone twice. I was always so concerned about the first date I never thought about the second one. Well, that's not completely true; I'm a worrier by nature. What I mean is I am always so worried about the first, that I have no head space left to worry about the second one. A SECOND DATE! Oh crap, which one do you have sex on, the third? Stop. It's only the second date. Second. Not the third, breathe.
As I was getting ready for my second date with Scott, I checked in to my online dating accounts. Scott is very cool about things. He is my friend, he reads all my writings and encourages me. He isn't cocky, but he is really confident which is so sexy. He knows I'm online, he knows I'm speed dating on the 30th again and he doesn't care! He's so sure I won't meet anyone I like better than him or as he playfully says, "Who would want you?" That confidence is sexy to me.
Scott barely has one thing on my checklist. A checklist I don't really even have, except one that rotates in my brain, I guess. He isn't outwardly my type or what I thought I wanted or thought I liked. In addition he talks more than me. I'm definitely a talker, but I find myself quiet around him as he is always talking. I'm not sure he would even recognize me if he saw me when I am animated. For whatever reason, it is working for now.
So, I gussied up, no heels, as he is barley taller than me and prefers me without them. When he came to pick me up, he looked at me with that look. The same look he gave me the very first time we hung out. That's when I had told him, "Don't fall for me."
But, he already had and I knew it then. He greeted my dogs before kissing me hello. He thinks Lolly is his true girlfriend now and he goes back and forth on if he actually likes Murry. He calls Murry “Buckethead” so I take that as a sign my little Moo-moo is growing on him. I showed him pictures of Murry when I first got him and when he was emaciated badly with all his ribs sticking out. He's been kinder to him ever since. After he crated my dogs, he took me out and we ended our evening walking around the lake again. I started to think I was maybe, really, liking him.
When we came back to my home, if anyone is wondering I had one plate and three glasses in the sink; and yes, he washed them.
Mindfully keeping my options open I am speed dating again on Saturday. When I went before there was a much smaller group than usual so I am really excited to go try it again.
Who knows what will happen? But at least my kitchen is looking better!
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