Dr Midnight
Explorer
Some of you may remember my pitiable earlier posts last year on the horrible velcro-sounding split between me and my ex. Some of you even sounded intrigued with my Telemundo-soap opera goings-on.
Just to bring us up to date, the Jersey girl came up for a night in December, and left on very good terms, never to write again. She's curious like that. Well, I say good riddance. Jerk. The crazy ex has left me alone, to swelter and rot in my new bachelor pad... or, more accurately, the place where I sit alone playing PS2 munching cereal out of the box. Ahh, to be a geek.
Anyway. One of my many personal ads out there wrangled a prospective lady-type recently. After a few flavorless exchanges over e-mail, we met last night at a restaurant. She's pretty. Far prettier than I'd normally believe would accept hanging out with me. Seems she agreed. For an hour, we just sat there, ordering food we didn't want and trying to have a conversation. Every topic was stillborn. The conversational chemistry just was not there. I likened it to playing tennis over a 500 yard court. I forget about it, give the whole evening up as a loss, and just start acting regularly. I gave up all hope, and then things started happening. About two hours later, I realize we've been having an animated discussion that's sprung across many topics. Isn't that odd?
We spent a few more hours just hanging out, we watched a movie, and the time came to part. I'd been wondering what she was thinking the whole time. She seemed to warm up to me, but during the first hour, I was sure she wanted nothing so much as to ESCAPE. What would happen now, at the dreaded parting of the first-daters? We stood shivering in the theater parking lot for a long time, doing some random talking. I was genuinely interested in her at this point, so I brought the concept up of doing this again sometime and she immediately suggested this Thursday. Hoody frickin' hoo, eh?
She's a hard one to "read". I couldn't accurately tell what she was thinking by her body language and expressions, but in the parking lot she was smiling a lot, laughing, eye contact, shifting from one foot to another. Provided she's human, that should be pretty good, right?
I didn't go for the kiss. I almost think she was up for it, because she stood there in front of me for a while (until I suggested that I should go, in fact). I'm just too shy to pull something like that off. I'm a wait-until-the-second-date type of guy for that kind of stunt maneuvering.
She looks like Meryl Streep at 27, and she smells like a pile of leaves in the autumn sun. Which I like.
So, that's it, I'm excited, just wanted to share with you people.
ROCK ON, ME!
Just to bring us up to date, the Jersey girl came up for a night in December, and left on very good terms, never to write again. She's curious like that. Well, I say good riddance. Jerk. The crazy ex has left me alone, to swelter and rot in my new bachelor pad... or, more accurately, the place where I sit alone playing PS2 munching cereal out of the box. Ahh, to be a geek.
Anyway. One of my many personal ads out there wrangled a prospective lady-type recently. After a few flavorless exchanges over e-mail, we met last night at a restaurant. She's pretty. Far prettier than I'd normally believe would accept hanging out with me. Seems she agreed. For an hour, we just sat there, ordering food we didn't want and trying to have a conversation. Every topic was stillborn. The conversational chemistry just was not there. I likened it to playing tennis over a 500 yard court. I forget about it, give the whole evening up as a loss, and just start acting regularly. I gave up all hope, and then things started happening. About two hours later, I realize we've been having an animated discussion that's sprung across many topics. Isn't that odd?
We spent a few more hours just hanging out, we watched a movie, and the time came to part. I'd been wondering what she was thinking the whole time. She seemed to warm up to me, but during the first hour, I was sure she wanted nothing so much as to ESCAPE. What would happen now, at the dreaded parting of the first-daters? We stood shivering in the theater parking lot for a long time, doing some random talking. I was genuinely interested in her at this point, so I brought the concept up of doing this again sometime and she immediately suggested this Thursday. Hoody frickin' hoo, eh?
She's a hard one to "read". I couldn't accurately tell what she was thinking by her body language and expressions, but in the parking lot she was smiling a lot, laughing, eye contact, shifting from one foot to another. Provided she's human, that should be pretty good, right?
I didn't go for the kiss. I almost think she was up for it, because she stood there in front of me for a while (until I suggested that I should go, in fact). I'm just too shy to pull something like that off. I'm a wait-until-the-second-date type of guy for that kind of stunt maneuvering.
She looks like Meryl Streep at 27, and she smells like a pile of leaves in the autumn sun. Which I like.
So, that's it, I'm excited, just wanted to share with you people.
ROCK ON, ME!
