'Cause I know you're all dying to know. Heh.
I did go on a date Saturday night. With the guy from KC. I wish I had predicted in writing that the accent I was thinking (hoping) he would have would be Eastern European, 'cause I was right. Ukraine. And it's very cute. (If I am a sucker for accents--I am a particular sucker for Eastern Europe.) We talked on the phone Friday afternoon, exchanged a couple of emails arranging details, and we met at the restaurant Saturday night. Dinner was followed by live music and beers by the river, and that was followed by several hours more of conversation and TV watching. He's very sweet, and I enjoyed myself very much. (How much? I'll let your vivid imaginations handle that question. Ha.)
That's the upside. The downside? Well, he only comes to town occasionally, and he is VERY recently divorced. But I think maybe we helped each other take our first steps away from our broken hearts, so that's good. And he did ask if he could see me when he next comes to town, and I said yes. We have each other's cellphone numbers and email addresses. So, we'll see.
The most important thing, you see, is that I had a good time with a guy who wasn't Him!!!! Can I get a whoo hoo??!!
I talked to Mr. Good-Looking with Issues again late Friday night. It turns out that he works most nights until 10:30 p.m., which would be a problem, since that's about when I'm getting ready for bed, and besides that...I just didn't feel a real conversational spark. He seemed a wee bit arrogant, and I'm just so not in the mood for that. He asked about possibly meeting, I said I thought we needed to talk some more when one of us wasn't sleepy, and that I was very busy on Saturday (hee), but I might try to call him later in the weekend. And then I never did. I just couldn't get excited about the prospect, and I decided that was my answer, probably. He never called, either, and when I got online this morning, I had one of those pre-fab Hayoo! "Sorry we're not a good match" messages from him. Nice, huh? Couldn't even type out a personalized sentence? I felt nothing but relief, so...moving on.
Mr. Nice but Possible Chemistry Issues emailed this morning--I think I should probably just give him my phone number and speed this thing up. Either there's chemistry or there's not, and this emailing back and forth isn't really going to tell us.
The only other "activity" resulting from all this online nonsense is that when I checked to see who had viewed me on Catch.mom (having just become an actual subscriber to talk to Mr. KC) I saw that I had been viewed by a friend that I hadn't seen in a while. So I emailed him, just to say hey, how are ya, and he emailed back all I'm fine, how are YOU, and we ended up chatting back and forth several times, and decided we should meet this week for a beer, and to dish about how strange this online dating thing is. And, we both agreed, that may well be the most fun either of us gets out of it. Heh.
Sunday I was so tired from being up so late the night before (Get your dirty minds out of the gutter. Or not, your choice.) that I didn't even leave the house. I discovered AMC was having a Mad Men Season One marathon, before the second season starts next week, and having never seen an episode despite hearing from friends how fabulous it was, I decided to check it out. That is literally all I did the entire day. And you know what? It IS fabulous. How did I miss this before? The period detailing--both sets/costumes/music and speech/attitudes--is just meticulous. Kudos. I had to record the last three episodes (it didn't end until midnight), but once I've watched those, I'm all ready for season two. Bring it on.
How were your weekends? Did you flirt with a Ukrainian? Do tell.