So, an attractive guy was nice to me.
He was friendly, complimentary, and struck up a conversation about the college sweatshirt I was wearing. Yeah, I put on my best smile and worked the conversation the best I could. I looked for all the signs that he was off limits -didn't see any -he even suggested that a topic we were discussing was a story for another day. I was encouraged.
He was a father. His daughter is in the same Daisy troop as my daughter. Later, I asked my 7 year old daughter as slyly as I could, was he married? She said "yeah, mommy he is." I said I didn't see a ring. She said, "He had one on..and he told us in the car he was married." Somehow, I didn't believe my little princess, so I texted another parent in the group and got the scoop that he was in fact married.
Bummer.
Geez, so men can be friendly, complimentary, and focus the conversation on you without wanting anything. Wow.
I have to admit, it was nice for a few minutes to have some attention. I need the practice having those conversations. I need to be friendly, complimentary, and focus the conversation on others without a motive. It was a good lesson for me.
I am still a bummed...it's not everyday I have a conversation with an attractive guy.
But..tomorrow is a new day.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
That was that.
The face distracted me and brought up questions that aren't appropriate to ask. What happened to your face? Genetic abnormality, freak accident, acid? So I refrained. He asked questions about me and my life. We had a typical date-type conversation, although we weren't on one. It was one of those situations where you go with the flow and are open to what comes. I had dared a friend to talk to a cute guy and here we were in his apartment. The cute guy and the face. The cute guy ended up being an opinionated jerk and the face - a nice guy.
I tried to look in his eyes and not focus on the nose that seemed to be missing. Did okay for a bit. He offered to walk me to my car- I said sure- he would have asked me out - and I might have said yes- but when you go with the flow and don't force things -it happens like it is supposed to and well it didn't happen.
So the face and the cute guy walked us to the car and that was that.
I tried to look in his eyes and not focus on the nose that seemed to be missing. Did okay for a bit. He offered to walk me to my car- I said sure- he would have asked me out - and I might have said yes- but when you go with the flow and don't force things -it happens like it is supposed to and well it didn't happen.
So the face and the cute guy walked us to the car and that was that.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
“Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave” ― James Salter
In my unwanted and abrupt travel through singlehood, my focus has been finding a man- a relationship. I have been on and off the dating sites for the past 1 1/2 yrs.
Results: Poor
Don't get me wrong, I have met some interesting men. Men that were beyond sweet, beyond appealing and many, many men that were beyond forgettable. In my attempts to meet men, I started joining groups: activity groups, singles groups, and women's groups. An interesting thing happened, I met some people, but not men. I met some great women. I met fascinating, successful, attractive, smart and super fun women. I have had more fun with these women in the past month than I have had on most of my dates the past 1 1/2 yrs.
And mama needs to have fun.
I have been in my bubble even through the dating...afraid of to be open, to be real, to be myself but not with these women. I can be insecure, clumsy, crazy, quiet and it's okay. Now, That is Awesome.
Results: Excellent
Isn't that what it's about, finding people that accept you for you? So, in my attempts to live the beautiful life, here's to the women! You rock!
Results: Poor
Don't get me wrong, I have met some interesting men. Men that were beyond sweet, beyond appealing and many, many men that were beyond forgettable. In my attempts to meet men, I started joining groups: activity groups, singles groups, and women's groups. An interesting thing happened, I met some people, but not men. I met some great women. I met fascinating, successful, attractive, smart and super fun women. I have had more fun with these women in the past month than I have had on most of my dates the past 1 1/2 yrs.
And mama needs to have fun.
I have been in my bubble even through the dating...afraid of to be open, to be real, to be myself but not with these women. I can be insecure, clumsy, crazy, quiet and it's okay. Now, That is Awesome.
Results: Excellent
Isn't that what it's about, finding people that accept you for you? So, in my attempts to live the beautiful life, here's to the women! You rock!
Thursday, February 21, 2013
If you want to...you will.
Hot. He was very hot. He was well put together and way out of my league. And he knew it.
I had met him online a couple days before and we had arranged to meet at a bar that Sunday evening. We drank, he drank, he drank more and he talked and talked and talked. I was his audience for 5 1/2 hours, 3 of which was only him and his work, his previous marriage, his hobbies, his travels and then suddenly I was under the microscope. It caught me off guard to instantly be visible. It was as if I was watching a movie for 3 hours and then unexpectedly I was in the movie. I was the star and all eyes were on me. He didn't let up. It was unsettling and the more uncomfortable I got the more he made me aware of it. I felt self conscious and small like a child -a child in trouble. He didn't ask me questions so much as tell me about myself. I was shaken. "What do you do?" he asked. I answered. Then he would ask again like I didn't answer it correctly. He seemed to be asking me, "Who are you, really? I found myself questioning everything about my life and what was I really doing. He was challenging me. He said, "If you want to...you will."
The bartender said they were closing. We had to go. He walked me to my car and kissed me-the kind of kiss a girl dreams about. "I'd like to see you again", he said. Really? I thought. It was too risky. He was too good looking. He was out of my league.
"If you want to, you will."
I had met him online a couple days before and we had arranged to meet at a bar that Sunday evening. We drank, he drank, he drank more and he talked and talked and talked. I was his audience for 5 1/2 hours, 3 of which was only him and his work, his previous marriage, his hobbies, his travels and then suddenly I was under the microscope. It caught me off guard to instantly be visible. It was as if I was watching a movie for 3 hours and then unexpectedly I was in the movie. I was the star and all eyes were on me. He didn't let up. It was unsettling and the more uncomfortable I got the more he made me aware of it. I felt self conscious and small like a child -a child in trouble. He didn't ask me questions so much as tell me about myself. I was shaken. "What do you do?" he asked. I answered. Then he would ask again like I didn't answer it correctly. He seemed to be asking me, "Who are you, really? I found myself questioning everything about my life and what was I really doing. He was challenging me. He said, "If you want to...you will."
The bartender said they were closing. We had to go. He walked me to my car and kissed me-the kind of kiss a girl dreams about. "I'd like to see you again", he said. Really? I thought. It was too risky. He was too good looking. He was out of my league.
"If you want to, you will."
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