i went out with a guy from my dad's work. he asked my dad for my number. i'll call him b, um, 'cause what his name starts with. anyway.
he picked me up, opened my door for me, and drove us over to capitola for sushi. i felt comfortable enough that i switched from my cute date high heels to my flip-flops. conversation was easy. he opened my door for me, put my sushi on my plate for me, paid but didn't make me feel like i needed to be uber-feminine or anything. i ate a normal (big) portion of sashimi and drank a beer out of the bottle. he took me for ice cream afterwards and then we went to the boardwalk and went on a roller-coaster and the haunted house ride (exhilarating first date eh?). we sat on the beach for 20 minutes and then he drove me home. he touched the small of my back (i forgot about that part back there) and hugged me goodnight.
we may go to the movies on saturday. apparently the talk about homebirth didn't scare him off.
he's a smart guy. really into philosophy. he makes chocolate. he's 26. cute. casual, not into the "scene." in other words we won't be going to the "row" (thank god). he reads (BIG plus). and he's really funny and seemed to get my sense of humor. *oy*
i think i like him. i mean, i do like him but all i have to compare to is how r has been treating me for the last 7 months. i don't want to get seriously involved with someone just because they're nice to me. i'm unwilling to settle.
i expected to feel guilty when i went out, like i was somehow betraying r. i didn't. i realized how mad i am that he isn't doing his part with the kids. that he has the nerve to complain about not having enough time to spend with ow. do you know how hard it has been to find a day that works to go to a movie? working around b's schedule and parker's camp schedule and r's schedule? ack.
he picked me up, opened my door for me, and drove us over to capitola for sushi. i felt comfortable enough that i switched from my cute date high heels to my flip-flops. conversation was easy. he opened my door for me, put my sushi on my plate for me, paid but didn't make me feel like i needed to be uber-feminine or anything. i ate a normal (big) portion of sashimi and drank a beer out of the bottle. he took me for ice cream afterwards and then we went to the boardwalk and went on a roller-coaster and the haunted house ride (exhilarating first date eh?). we sat on the beach for 20 minutes and then he drove me home. he touched the small of my back (i forgot about that part back there) and hugged me goodnight.
we may go to the movies on saturday. apparently the talk about homebirth didn't scare him off.
he's a smart guy. really into philosophy. he makes chocolate. he's 26. cute. casual, not into the "scene." in other words we won't be going to the "row" (thank god). he reads (BIG plus). and he's really funny and seemed to get my sense of humor. *oy*
i think i like him. i mean, i do like him but all i have to compare to is how r has been treating me for the last 7 months. i don't want to get seriously involved with someone just because they're nice to me. i'm unwilling to settle.
i expected to feel guilty when i went out, like i was somehow betraying r. i didn't. i realized how mad i am that he isn't doing his part with the kids. that he has the nerve to complain about not having enough time to spend with ow. do you know how hard it has been to find a day that works to go to a movie? working around b's schedule and parker's camp schedule and r's schedule? ack.