So we sort of dropped the ball on updating you all on the goings on of our dating lives, so here’s the short and the long of what you’ve missed in the last month.
Not long after I went out with the Marine, I went out with this nice, Indian man. We went to lunch and played some air hockey and saw Jurassic Park in 3D. Overall, it was a lovely day, but we didn’t really have much in common. At the end of the date, he hugged me and said “So we’ll get in touch.” Whatever that means. I didn’t end up seeing him again.
Marie ended up breaking up with the guy she was dating. I forget what we’ve been calling him. Let’s call him X. X was a total sketch ball, though most days, I don’t think Marie would admit it. He would give her lame excuses claiming he’d been called back into the office in the middle of the night when he works a perfectly normal job with normal hours not requiring uprooting in the middle of the night.
Anyway, it took her zero minutes to find a replacement for X. A couple of nights after the breakup, we were at a bar, and she met her one, true love, or so he thinks. We’ll call him Andy. Andy is an adorable little hipster who dresses impeccably well and is a mathematician.
In between meeting Andy, Marie also had brief encounters with a Canadian and a European. The Canadian lives in Canada, but is often in town for work and is very well-traveled. While in town, he wanted to take Marie to dinner, but upon arriving at the restaurant, he fell very ill and left without even taking his food. It was incredibly awkward, but he was undeterred. He invited Marie to attend a baseball game the next night, which is really not her thing, so she declined. Eventually they found some common ground and agreed to meet up for drinks. He was very cute and speaks about a million languages, but nothing really came of this interaction. Marie decided she’d rather just be friends with him, which is perfect, because we’re in this whole “diversifying our friends group” stage right now.
As for the European guy, he just turned out to be a giant ass. He was actually supposed to meet up with us the night we met Andy, but never showed up. He kept texting Marie telling her he was on his way, and then several hours later, he still wasn’t there, so I told her to cut that cord and be done with it. Luckily, it all worked out.
For the past month, I’ve been receiving messages from an older man (43), about four messages, and one night, Marie decided to reply to him on my behalf. The messages he was sending weren’t sexual in nature; they were just him telling me about himself and his work and asking about me. He’s in town over long periods of time, but he’s not here permanently. He wants to take me on theme dates where we’d get dressed up like Bond characters and go to dinner and casinos and watch movies. He wants to take me to lunches and to days at plantations. He says he wants to make all my dreams come true. He says he only wants a platonic friendship. I’m terrified, and I’m not optimistic of this. I haven’t replied to him, but as I mentioned before, after the first message came, Marie did reply. She said I’d love to learn more about his work and to have all these wonderful dates with him, so now this poor guy thinks I’m stringing him along. I’m going to send him an email and answer some of his questions and try to find a nice way to let him down. Also, he’s an archeologist. How cool is that?
So that brings us to Tom. The night after Marie met Andy, she and I decided it would be a good idea if we both got to know the guys we were currently talking to in a low-key, low-pressure setting, so we invited Tom and Andy, and our friend John for good measure, to have dinner and patio drink at a funky little Mexican restaurant. They both agreed, and dinner went really well, though it lasted forever (over four hours to be precise). Afterward, we all went back to my house to hang out and watch a movie, though I slept through it. I apologized to Tom for falling asleep the next day, and he was so sweet about it. He really is just always nice. He always wants to know how my day is going and what I’m doing. I’m trying really hard, at the persuasion of my friends, to be more interested in him and to care more. I think we’re going to go out again this week. He’s cute and sweet and smart, and I really should care… He’s in law school, about to graduate, did I mention that?
UPDATE: I attempted to be proactive on the Tom front this evening by asking him to go see the new Iron Man movie. For some reason unbeknownst to me, he spends quite a bit of time at his dad’s house for a grown man. He’s been there I think four times in the last week. So I texted him this afternoon to extend said invitation. He didn’t respond for several hours, and when he did, he tells me he’s going to be at his dad’s house until late in the evening and asks if it’ll be too late to go afterward. Being that I am more of an early to bed, early to rise kind of person, I can’t usually see super late movies or things like that during the week, so I declined citing my reasons. He waited another hour or two to respond just saying “Dang, well maybe some other day.” WTF?! I can’t seem to win for losing with him.
Anyway, that pretty much brings you up to date on our dating lives… This may or may not be the last post depending on if anything earth shatteringly interesting happens between now and the closing date of May 15th. If it is, it has been a real blast. Marie and I have both gotten so much more out of this project than either of us expected we would, and we want to thank each of you for taking the time to read about our blunders and share in our experiences. The retelling of our stories makes each misstep worth it. I know, for me, this has been especially challenging, because I pushed so many comfort barriers to participate in this project. I can’t say I’ll maintain the once-a-week dating routine, though I wasn’t all that great at it to begin with, but I can say I’ll be much more comfortable in my own skin when dating in general now.
Thanks for being a wonderful part of our lives for the last three months!