Okay, so it’s well past noon and I’ve been awake for 7 hours already and haven’t gotten dressed yet or taken a shower (though these days it's more like 3 showers/day anyway), although I have eaten breakfast (3 points including fruit), written and uploaded my Match dot com profile and sent out 4 messages. (Question: WTF is a guy in Oregon winking at me for?) Ready to go back to bed now!
Today is the second and final of my mental health days and it looks like it could be rather physically unproductive unless I get some more sleep. My problem is that my brain is up and running as soon as I open my eyes, even if my body is still tired. Just think: this is with DECAF only for the past week (although I do know that decaf still has some caffeine).
The food you see here is all from yesterday, where A pretty much fed me the whole way through our second and final official date, (which I should add lasted for 2 meals and um... let's see, 5 or 6 hours). Yes folks, we have arrived at the classic "we should just be friends stage" already, which is not so bad really, as he is too nice a guy to take advantage of or to take advantage of me, if that makes sense. Besides I seem to keep my guy friends a whole lot longer than my boyfriends in any case.
We have lots of fun together, can talk about almost anything with each other, and share plenty of common interests (and each think the other is attractive) but we're at very different stages in our lives, so friendly hugs are going to be the currency of the realm whenever we see each other.
And after the past year I've been feeling about as attractive as an old dishcloth, or 1970s wallpaper, or Alice The Maid on The Brady Bunch, or -- well, you get the idea -- (yeah, I didn't quite make it out unscathed from my relationship with the engineer, did I?) so male appreciation is very welcome at this point, because intellectually I believe my girlfriends when they tell me I'm a cute female, but there's nothing quite like a certain gleam in a guy's eyes to add conviction to that statement -- sorry ladies.
So as a friend, A gave me a gentle nudge and told me I should go start the dating whirlwind again (okay, those are my words, but that was his intent). I'm not/wasn't quite sure that I'm ready for this whole thing yet, but A assured me with very amusing emphasis that "oh yes, you're ready alright" so I'll just see if I can take some practice dates (is that like practice at-bats in softball?) and see what happens.
I've signed up for 3 months on Match (which seems to have added a gazillion question pages to the profile!) because that's usually how much patience I have with these things until I get completely fed up. Fortuitously enough,Yahoo also slapped on a free 8 day trial for transferring my info over from there to Match.
Okay, time to act like the babies I've been visiting all summer, and head for my last midday nap for a while.
Today is the second and final of my mental health days and it looks like it could be rather physically unproductive unless I get some more sleep. My problem is that my brain is up and running as soon as I open my eyes, even if my body is still tired. Just think: this is with DECAF only for the past week (although I do know that decaf still has some caffeine).
We have lots of fun together, can talk about almost anything with each other, and share plenty of common interests (and each think the other is attractive) but we're at very different stages in our lives, so friendly hugs are going to be the currency of the realm whenever we see each other.
And after the past year I've been feeling about as attractive as an old dishcloth, or 1970s wallpaper, or Alice The Maid on The Brady Bunch, or -- well, you get the idea -- (yeah, I didn't quite make it out unscathed from my relationship with the engineer, did I?) so male appreciation is very welcome at this point, because intellectually I believe my girlfriends when they tell me I'm a cute female, but there's nothing quite like a certain gleam in a guy's eyes to add conviction to that statement -- sorry ladies.
So as a friend, A gave me a gentle nudge and told me I should go start the dating whirlwind again (okay, those are my words, but that was his intent). I'm not/wasn't quite sure that I'm ready for this whole thing yet, but A assured me with very amusing emphasis that "oh yes, you're ready alright" so I'll just see if I can take some practice dates (is that like practice at-bats in softball?) and see what happens.
I've signed up for 3 months on Match (which seems to have added a gazillion question pages to the profile!) because that's usually how much patience I have with these things until I get completely fed up. Fortuitously enough,
Okay, time to act like the babies I've been visiting all summer, and head for my last midday nap for a while.
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