So after work I went to see Date #16 (I need a name for him - please feel free to make comments below with your suggestions). It was lunchtime and I was knocking off early as I'd worked extremely late the day before. He had told me he had coffee and some hideous vodka/lemon drink so to bring whatever I wanted to drink. Now in my view it is nice if people you're inviting over bring something with them, but to me when you invite someone to your place they are your guest and you show hospitality by catering for them. So I asked if he'd had lunch and he hadn't so I picked up some things for lunch and went over.
We sat outside on the deck in the sunshine with a beautiful view of the ocean and bush all around us and sipped our hideous vodka/lemon drinks and ate smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels. I wasn't as comfortable as the first time we met but still had some good conversation. We watched a movie together, cuddled up a bit and then I went home. The entire time that we had physical contact I had knots in my stomach, felt anxious and scared. I didn't realise until I was driving home and the knots in my stomach unravelling just how wound up I was. We talked about it on the phone that night. I couldn't really get to the bottom of why I felt like that except that perhaps I felt it was going too fast. To make matters more complicated, my ex-husband and I had been talking about marriage counselling but had not reached any conclusion about whether or not we would go (bearing in mind we have been separated for 18 months). I hadn't told my date this because I know that if I did he would be gone in a flash but it was in the back of my mind.
We sat outside on the deck in the sunshine with a beautiful view of the ocean and bush all around us and sipped our hideous vodka/lemon drinks and ate smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels. I wasn't as comfortable as the first time we met but still had some good conversation. We watched a movie together, cuddled up a bit and then I went home. The entire time that we had physical contact I had knots in my stomach, felt anxious and scared. I didn't realise until I was driving home and the knots in my stomach unravelling just how wound up I was. We talked about it on the phone that night. I couldn't really get to the bottom of why I felt like that except that perhaps I felt it was going too fast. To make matters more complicated, my ex-husband and I had been talking about marriage counselling but had not reached any conclusion about whether or not we would go (bearing in mind we have been separated for 18 months). I hadn't told my date this because I know that if I did he would be gone in a flash but it was in the back of my mind.
Hmm Mr Cheap perhaps?
ReplyDeleteOk so he's definitely getting brownie points for not gapping it after your son's tantrum (coming from a single mother of two boys, I know exactly how you would have been feeling in that supermarket!), but turning down two jobs and expecting to freeload off you....? Something doesn't feel quite right there. What kind of work does he do when he's working? Does he seem stable or is he potentially a little flaky?
How about Digger as a name. He does "dig you" after all.
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