On Wednesday of this week I got a call from the dating service saying they had another match for me. “Uh… well, I – uh..” I stuttered to her.
“Is there a problem?” she asked. I then proceeded to tell her that I’ve had several dates with one of the young ladies that they set me up with previously. She then said I could put myself ‘on hold’ and explore this new relationship. I needed to talk to Renee to see where her head was.
When we finally talked, Renee was pretty frank about the whole situation and said that I should go on the date. I felt weird at that moment. I wanted her to say that I shouldn’t go, that she wanted me all to herself. I wanted to feel good after the conversation, but I didn’t.
By the way, this is sort of what Renee looks like:
I called the dating service back and asked them to set up the date. In the mean time, Renee messaged me and asked if I wanted to come over Friday night. As quickly as I could, I replied “yes”.
So Friday night comes and I’m very relaxed about the whole situation. I’m pretty sure sex will not be involved and I know how to get to her house. I’m working under the assumption it’s going to go pretty much like it did last time – we’d sit on the couch, talk some, and then watch a movie.
Well, we ended up not watching a movie. We just sat on the couch and talked. She has a cat that wandered in to check on us every now and then. I don’t remember how we got on the conversation but I mentioned something about Google Earth.
She mentioned that the company she worked for specifically mentioned not allowing employees to install that program on their work computers. I couldn’t imagine why but because of this, she’d never even seen the program.
She brought her (home) laptop out and plopped down on the couch much closer to me than she had been. She downloaded the program and was immediately amazed. She brought up locations that she knew and was only disappointed at certain locations that were not as clear as others. We tried to look up a little town in Norway where her family is from but the satellite resolution was just not there.
In general, though, she was very impressed with the program. We put the laptop away and continued to talk. My arm was across the top of the cushion that she was resting her head against. In the process of talking to her, I started gently stroking her hair.
That turned into running my hands across the contours of her face. As I did, she had a confused look come across her face.
“The answer is: because you’re letting me” I said.
“What?”
“Why I’m running my hands across your face”, I said.
“No” she laughed “I was just trying to remember if I plucked my eyebrows today”.
We made out a little. We made out a lot more. For some reason I started sweating profusely. I was sweating more than Nixon at the 1960 debate against Kennedy. By the end of it, I looked like I had just gotten off a water ride at a theme park. She was flattered and I was a bit embarrassed.
I got home late.
The next day (Saturday) I had a date with Bachelorette #3. She was a little older than I had requested but I went with it. I mean, I’m no spring chicken. We were to meet at a place primarily known for their selection of wines – and then proceeded to NOT drink any wine while we were there.
It was nice and all, but we really didn’t have a lot in common. She’s a doctor, she travels a lot, she’s lived in several cities in the U.S. and overseas and I’ve done none of that. It was nice, but she’s clearly no Renee.
By the way, this is sort of what Bachelorette #3 looks like:
“Is there a problem?” she asked. I then proceeded to tell her that I’ve had several dates with one of the young ladies that they set me up with previously. She then said I could put myself ‘on hold’ and explore this new relationship. I needed to talk to Renee to see where her head was.
When we finally talked, Renee was pretty frank about the whole situation and said that I should go on the date. I felt weird at that moment. I wanted her to say that I shouldn’t go, that she wanted me all to herself. I wanted to feel good after the conversation, but I didn’t.
By the way, this is sort of what Renee looks like:
I called the dating service back and asked them to set up the date. In the mean time, Renee messaged me and asked if I wanted to come over Friday night. As quickly as I could, I replied “yes”.
So Friday night comes and I’m very relaxed about the whole situation. I’m pretty sure sex will not be involved and I know how to get to her house. I’m working under the assumption it’s going to go pretty much like it did last time – we’d sit on the couch, talk some, and then watch a movie.
Well, we ended up not watching a movie. We just sat on the couch and talked. She has a cat that wandered in to check on us every now and then. I don’t remember how we got on the conversation but I mentioned something about Google Earth.
She mentioned that the company she worked for specifically mentioned not allowing employees to install that program on their work computers. I couldn’t imagine why but because of this, she’d never even seen the program.
She brought her (home) laptop out and plopped down on the couch much closer to me than she had been. She downloaded the program and was immediately amazed. She brought up locations that she knew and was only disappointed at certain locations that were not as clear as others. We tried to look up a little town in Norway where her family is from but the satellite resolution was just not there.
In general, though, she was very impressed with the program. We put the laptop away and continued to talk. My arm was across the top of the cushion that she was resting her head against. In the process of talking to her, I started gently stroking her hair.
That turned into running my hands across the contours of her face. As I did, she had a confused look come across her face.
“The answer is: because you’re letting me” I said.
“What?”
“Why I’m running my hands across your face”, I said.
“No” she laughed “I was just trying to remember if I plucked my eyebrows today”.
We made out a little. We made out a lot more. For some reason I started sweating profusely. I was sweating more than Nixon at the 1960 debate against Kennedy. By the end of it, I looked like I had just gotten off a water ride at a theme park. She was flattered and I was a bit embarrassed.
I got home late.
The next day (Saturday) I had a date with Bachelorette #3. She was a little older than I had requested but I went with it. I mean, I’m no spring chicken. We were to meet at a place primarily known for their selection of wines – and then proceeded to NOT drink any wine while we were there.
It was nice and all, but we really didn’t have a lot in common. She’s a doctor, she travels a lot, she’s lived in several cities in the U.S. and overseas and I’ve done none of that. It was nice, but she’s clearly no Renee.
By the way, this is sort of what Bachelorette #3 looks like:
Renee signs her divorce papers on Tuesday so I told her we’d go out to dinner that night and celebrate. I can tell she’s holding back a little – “Once bitten, twice shy”. She is also protecting her daughter, which I totally understand.
I don’t know where this is going but I want to take it as far as it will go.
I don’t know where this is going but I want to take it as far as it will go.