Sometimes, you can “just tell”
Funny how that works.
Last night, I had a spur-of-the-moment meetup with someone from match who’s just moved here, and is primarily seeking new friends (with a relationship in the long run being an obvious benefit). I like him, and whether chemistry develops or not (frankly, I didn’t look for it, but I definitely was attracted to him), he’ll become a friend. As a bonus, Maya fell in love with this man instantly — he tagged along to our “normal” Friday girls’ night out, and she was flirting shamelessly. Kids can just tell if people are good folks.
Today, I have a lunch date. I know…busy, busy girl.
I just got off the phone with Mr. Lunch, and I can already tell that this will be a one-off. Ah, well…at least I planned it so that we’ll be right near the outlet stores. Maya needs shoes, so it won’t be a wasted trip. Besides, I have to eat sometime, right?
August 20th, 2006 at 11:15 am
Mr. Lunch wasn’t as much of a flop as I’d anticipated, but I’m not all a-twitter about him either. My gut tells me that something is “off,” but I couldn’t tell you what. Since he’s somewhat interesting (great reading list, broad musical tastes) and has purty eyes, I did agree to a repeat sometime after I’m back from Arizona.
Thinking, though…the conversation was so all about him. I want a date to tell me about himself. I do. But when, after you’ve talked about you for a while, and I ask, “what else can you tell me, or what would you like to know about me?” that might be a hint that it’s your turn to ask a few questions. For now, I’m chalking it up to nerves — I’m sure I’ve committed the same faux pas before.