So I went out with Bachelorette #4 (seems like more than 4 but, whatever…) last night. We went to a nice little wine & bistro place – you know, where the chairs are 4 feet high and the table hits you mid-chest.
Anyhow, for some reason I was very nervous. I don’t know why. I got there a little early and helped myself to a couple of glasses of ‘liquid courage’ before she arrived.
I was seated very near the front door so I could watch people come and go and I found myself playing that same game: “Oooh, I hope that’s her” or “Oh, I hope it’s not her”. As always, she was better than I expected.
She was bright and funny with a good energy and red hair (a definite plus). Once she was sitting in front of me the fear just melted away. She was easy to talk to and very comfortable to look at. There were a couple of lulls that I recall but, when that happened, we both took a sip of wine and continued on.
The only ‘concern’ I had (NOT a deal-breaker at all) is that she peppered her conversation with either the word ‘Seriously’ or the phrase ‘No, seriously’ quite frequently.
… Then my boss told me to clean off his desk. Seriously? Then we had a long talk on the phone – No, seriously – and then he said that we should talk when he gets back in town.
She’s in the military which means this relationship can go 1 of 3 ways:
- We break it off when she gets reassigned
- The relationship is so serious when she is reassigned that I end up moving with her
- We break it off now to avoid future heartache
At least this is the way I see it.
The night ended too early for me. I wanted to stay and drink and talk some more. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to go? We parked in different parking lots so I walked her to the corner of the block. I could kick myself for doing this but she got my cell phone number but I didn’t get hers! How stupid of me!
I felt bad that she was shivering as we talked so I quickly gave her my cell phone number with the promise of another date. She said she would call me on Friday so we could set something up.
And like that, the night was over.
Anyhow, for some reason I was very nervous. I don’t know why. I got there a little early and helped myself to a couple of glasses of ‘liquid courage’ before she arrived.
I was seated very near the front door so I could watch people come and go and I found myself playing that same game: “Oooh, I hope that’s her” or “Oh, I hope it’s not her”. As always, she was better than I expected.
She was bright and funny with a good energy and red hair (a definite plus). Once she was sitting in front of me the fear just melted away. She was easy to talk to and very comfortable to look at. There were a couple of lulls that I recall but, when that happened, we both took a sip of wine and continued on.
The only ‘concern’ I had (NOT a deal-breaker at all) is that she peppered her conversation with either the word ‘Seriously’ or the phrase ‘No, seriously’ quite frequently.
… Then my boss told me to clean off his desk. Seriously? Then we had a long talk on the phone – No, seriously – and then he said that we should talk when he gets back in town.
She’s in the military which means this relationship can go 1 of 3 ways:
- We break it off when she gets reassigned
- The relationship is so serious when she is reassigned that I end up moving with her
- We break it off now to avoid future heartache
At least this is the way I see it.
The night ended too early for me. I wanted to stay and drink and talk some more. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to go? We parked in different parking lots so I walked her to the corner of the block. I could kick myself for doing this but she got my cell phone number but I didn’t get hers! How stupid of me!
I felt bad that she was shivering as we talked so I quickly gave her my cell phone number with the promise of another date. She said she would call me on Friday so we could set something up.
And like that, the night was over.