Waiting For A 2nd Date
*Originally published 05/02/2010*
Starbucks Barista (random appearance for the following speech)
A des'prate wait this morning with it brings;
The text, for assurance, will he show his head?
Go hence, to have talk of these dating things;
Some shall be assur'd, and some neglected:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of SomethingSheDated and her Garbage Man-o.
Now I'm not going to front and pretend that I've mastered the art of being breezy. I mean let's be serious; yes I was once "an empty kettle" who should be "on her mettle" and yet I was "torn apart" because I was "presumin'that I could be kinda human, if I only had a heart". But than there was relationshippy*and the whole letting someone in and being vulnerable experience involved in knowing that "I've got a heart...because it's breaking". That being said, I figure I'm doing pretty good after the magic date that was, with the GMan. Sure, of course, I'm a bit swoony when describing the date toThe Helland others but I don't reveal any of this to GMan. I refrain from texting, calling, and all other forms of crazy.
Until he texts.
The next evening.
"Hey SSD, I had a good time last night. Don't study too hard."
I text back.
"I had a good time too."
The next days take the stregnth of 10 men (and one The Hell) to keep me from texting or calling. Don't worry though, I kept the crazy to myself lol! well, and The Hell and hubby. Do I think that Garbage Man is the love of my life, my soul mate, my other half, the Will Smith to my Jada Pinkett, the foreign baby to my Angelina, the brain to my George Bush, the passcode to my sphinx? Probably Not. Here are the following reasons why I figure I'm so super super super impatient, wish I could call, and wish the weekend would come sooner so Garbage Man and I could (potentially) hang out again (though I reiterate, I know feeling this is nutty, and thus would not reveal this crazy to anyone but my friends, definitely not GMan).
1. Making out (need I say more? first kisses, butterflies, newness, exciting, hot, amazing!)
2. My days are currently filled with reading endless pages of literature and studying. No matter how good the books are, making out with butterflies in my stomach will always win as an activity I'd rather be doing.
3. Imay, I repeatmay, be vaguely vulnerable after the demise of my relationship withrelationshippy.
4. This really is my first real dating experience using the following definition :
A Date: An event where both parties know it will take place ahead of time; see term "setting a date". It is recommended both parties show up sober and fully clothed. Dates take place in coffee shops, restaraunts, someone's apartment when appropriate, or at an event. Dates do not take place in cars, nightclubs, parking lots, or anywhere in Ft. Lewis. Though there is such a thing as a double date - if the numbers are not evenly matched (aka 2 girls 2 guys) than this is a party and not a date (aka 2 girls 1 guy or 2 girls and 5 guys etc.). For the purpose of this blog, dates with boyfriends do not count.
5. Did I mention that there was making out? No wonder I can't focus lol!
I hold out till Wednesday. 4 days. Not so good. But at least it's a breezy message, which I figure is okay since he texted the day after date.
I text "How's your week going"
He texts "Slow. I think I'm getting the flu. How are you doing?"
I'm not going to bore you with the texts etc. but I'll just say that Garbage Man ends up being sick for like the next 3 weeks but *Spoiler Alert* we do eventually have a 2nd date, stay tuned :).
*this refers to my 6 year relationship with MEGA LOVE
*Dating Vancouver a Better Place, One Something at a Time*