Now that I'm not itching...

I had a bad case of contact dermatitis/heat rash last week, after finally getting around to my "spring" yard cleaning. And an exhausting two long weekends of performances before that. I'm TIRED. Not that that explains why I didn't post for the couple of weeks before that, but...

To catch you up:

I did have a date with the delightful fellow from out-of-state. We had a nice time, a nice dinner, he's a very sweet guy. He couldn't stay too late, as he had plans the next day, so we parted with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We talked almost every day for the next several days, he was planning to come see my last play and then...nothing. He seemingly disappeared from the planet. I left a couple of messages, then gave up, figuring he was blowing me off. He finally did call, days later, to tell me that he'd been "in a funk" and not listening to his messages. He then went on to describe his state of mind, which...well, let's just say if you went to the DSM IV and looked up "clinical depression," there'd be a picture of him there. He was concerned that he'd hurt my feelings...I told him to stop worrying about me and get himself some help, STAT. He's called once since then, but I missed the call and he didn't leave a message. He didn't answer my return call (like 10 minutes after the missed call) and I haven't heard from him since. I hope he's okay, but...I can't spend too much time worrying about someone who knows he needs help and refuses to get it. Moving on...

I've gotten random messages here and there from members of various dating sites...mostly of the "you sure are purty" variety. Nothing I'm taking too seriously.

Yesterday I got a couple of messages from one guy whose profile sounded interesting, but who had no profile pic. When I asked him why he said "I own a business and have a very jealous ex-wife." Next! I mean, seriously...if you're that afraid of your ex knowing you're dating, well, that's way too much baggage for me. And "I have a business"? As I asked him (and gee...then I suddenly stopped hearing from him), do you think you're doing something shameful? Are you embarrassed to be on here? 'Cause if you DO think there's something unsavory about the whole process, what do you really think about ME? Sheesh.

So, no real "dating" stories to relate. But...

I found out via email from his sis-in-law that Hot Med went back to Beirut a while back. Supposedly only for a long vacation, but they're not completely sure he's coming back. That makes me a little sad. If I had known I truly might never see him again, I probably would have run after him when I saw him in the parking lot that one night after rehearsal. (My last play rehearsed in a church next door to his restaurant.) Just to say "it was fun while it lasted, goodbye and good luck," you know?

Remember New Guy 2.0, and how he was a bit rude, and how we then mutually decided we shouldn't date, but could be friends? I've gotten the occasional joke forward/how're you doin' emails from him, and last week he upped the ante a bit. Seems he still thinks we're probably not meant to be life partners or anything, and he doesn't really have time for a girlfriend right now anyway (and that's the truth), but...he can't get me out of his mind. So, basically (and it was much nicer put than this), how would I feel about "friends with benefits"? And he hoped I wasn't insulted.

You know what? I'm not insulted, and I'm seriously considering the offer. What the heck, right? As long as we both know the score? There's nobody else I'm really interested in at the moment. Might as well have some fun this summer. I'm just sayin'. Heh.