Bert© is on Spring Break this week, and while she tried to convince me to let her go to Florida, I wasn’t buying it and sent her to my mothers house.
Every night from last Sunday on through the rest of this week I have had plans. Yes, seriously! And no they haven’t been the depressing plans where I’m doing something all by myself, smiling all the while, trying to pretend I’m having an awesome time. I’ve been going out with real people! I guess I need to do a little catch up post here.
1st date: Piano Man
Piano Man is someone I met through that online dating site I joined. He’s a mildly successful 46 year old jazz pianist. We chatted online a bit before I went on my trip to Phoenix, and while I was gone, I allowed him to call me. He’s called me every night since. Sometimes we talk for an hour, sometimes only a few minutes depending on our schedules. I agreed to drive down to the city he lives and watch him play a gig. I arrived Sunday afternoon, he made us dinner and we headed off to the club. He played from 6-9, and has a wonderful voice. After his set, we sat and had a couple drinks, then I headed to my hotel for the night. In the morning we met for breakfast and then I headed back up to Knoxville to go to work.
2nd date: Cinderella Man
I met Cinderella Man from the same website as Piano Man. He’s 26, unemployed, in the midst of a disability lawsuit, middle-Tennessee farm boy, libertarian. He loves the outdoors, his dogs, and his guns. He’s about as redneck as they come, and uncomfortably similar to my ex-husband. He doesn’t really look anything like the pictures he sent me, and did not make a very good first impression on me. There are some unspoken rules about first dates. A) Be clean & tidy. No dirt under the finger nails, wear a dress shirt not a ripped t-shirt. B) Restrain yourself. Do not eat your dinner, and then pick off my plate as well. C) Never, ever touch me if I have not given you permission to do so. A handshake is fine, a hug at the END of the date if things went well, maybe…but do not stroke my hair as we are sitting in the dark movie theatre. That is just creepy. I just found the whole thing uncomfortable and awkward. I don’t think that I will go out with him again.
3rd date: Mr. Nascar
Now, admittedly Mr. Nascar made a poor impression on our first date. He continued to call and chat with me, so I give him points for that. We made plans to go bowling tonight. Here’s the thing folks, now that I got to spend more than 2 hours in a dark movie theatre with him (speaking platonically) he’s rather good looking. He smelled great, looked good, treated me well. We had a nice dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant, and then went bowling. We bowled 3 games, the last one he bowled left-handed in an effort to give me an advantage, yet still managed to wipe the floor with my sorry butt. I smiled a lot, laughed a little, and really had a good time. I think I’d actually like to go out with him again. It sounds like he’d like to go out with me again, as he called about an hour ago to make sure I’d arrived home alright, and asked me to pencil him in sometime next week.
I’m enjoying myself. It’s not often that I get a chance to go out and do something fun. Even rarer for me is the chance to go out with other people, I just don’t have that many friends. It’s almost like turning over a new leaf, and finding a happier, more vibrant Webmiss. I feel like a whole new person. Outgoing, friendly, beautiful, engaging.
On the other hand, I miss Bert© and cannot wait to see her on Saturday.
Hopefully the next time I can take time to write, I’ll update about my difficult journey to Phoenix!
