April 2006

A draft post from April that somehow didn’t get published…

Dating one girl for about 3 months now – about a month ago, we sat on the couch and she asked, “what do you think of me?”

Huh?

“Are you ga-ga over me?” No, I’m not. “Me neither”. Hmm. What do we do about it? “We make great friends, let’s keep it that way. And if the moods strikes us, we can still be more than friends.” And we do, then go through the self-induced guilt afterwards.

This has been the last month. We met online and her membership expired recently. Mine expires soon, as well, but I’ve offered my email address and cell number to a select few in the process. A few candidates have followed up since then.

Ex comes over on Saturday and I make a 4 course meal for her. Moreso for me, as I decided last minute to compete in the first mountain bike race of the season. Carbo load. She’s amazed by my culinary skills, and we go for a walk to help curb the food coma. During the conversation, I apparently offered to show her the last few candidates prior to closing out the internet thing. She calls me out on it when we get back to the house.

We peruse the profiles, and she offers comments on each. Weird moment, opening my online world to a previous candidate. We retire to the couch and watch movies, where we both fall asleep to the sound of rain and thunder. We wake up at midnight, and she decides to go home. Totally unprepared to stay – no contact solution or other necessities, we hug and she drives off. I crash on my bed thinking buy some contact lens stuff.

For friends, she has upgraded her status to daily communication. Tuesday, I went riding after work and she invites me over to watch movies. The choices being either Brokeback Mountain or American Flyers. Gay cowboys or a cheesy road biker movie. Cheesy it is. Cuddling on the couch turns to falling asleep. 12:30am. Shit. No change of clothes, so it’s either drive back home now, or sleep over and drive home then to work in the morning – even though she’s 30 minutes away from me and 15 minutes from work. I choose to sleep over…

A night of restless sleep, talking and activitives that mere friends just don’t do. Scratching my chin thinking why are we friends but not acting like friends? She stated this is the last time. Uh huh, I thought. 6:00am and I’m out the door. Home by 6:45 and at work at 7:45. Busy day with non-stop meetings.

6:00pm is the first date with a schoolteacher – one of the select few prior to the expiration. Cute, tall and young. 100% girly girl, wearing a tight, deep neck shirt that shows off her huge tracts of land. I make a point of not staring, and it was very difficult, but I managed. Hand shake at the start, hug at the end. Didn’t bother to go in for a kiss, as a previous date taught me. No need to rush.

Ms. Right? Unclear at this point – several things popped up during the date that waved danger signs… french pedicure, likes country music, trendy, never even heard of REI. Completely different type than I’m used to, but I didn’t seem to care. High maintenance aside, I had mild gaga, which is more than biking chick from last night / this morning. I realize I want gaga.

The date was brief (2.5 hours) and I was home by 9. As a school teacher, she’s usually asleep by 10. Quite a shift from my lifestyle. Checked email and cyclist chick wanted an update. Another candidate called on my way home, but the battery was nearly dead.

She’s an IT lady, and lives way out in Dexter. Haven’t met yet, but we’re scheduled for Sunday.