Read this entry quietly, I don’t want to jinx myself. I think that Karma is otherwise engaged and not paying much attention to me – which is nice.
It was date #18 with “Danielle”: 40, divorced with 2 kids. I’m driving to the date and G-Lady calls me. I tell her that I don’t have a good feeling about this one but I don’t know why.
I arrive a little early (as usual) and they are seating us in the ‘bar’ area. There are not many people there but the table right next to us has a group of celebrating co-workers. There’s a rather portly man sitting in the chair closest to our table who, with a turn of his head, appears to be listening in on our conversation. In reality he’s probably watching the TV screen to the other side of us, but I feel a bit uncomfortable. Luckily, so do they and that whole group moves to another table.
So Danielle comes around the corner and I am fairly impressed. Her hair is auburn with shades of brown and has the most beautiful eyes. She seems to have the best attributes of every woman I’ve gone out with before. She looks like this actress (Kelli Williams).
We talk and tell stories… we ask questions. It seems to die down a little early and I’m a bit worried, but we charge on. The bar area we’re sitting in is getting a bit more crowded but we continue to eat our food.
After a couple hours, the noise where we’re sitting is getting a little out of control so I suggest going somewhere else. To my shock, she agrees. We end up in an area of town to which I’m more familiar. The bar is quieter and we get a half-decent chance to talk. With a couple of drinks in us, the conversation flows maybe a bit too easily. She covers some darker subjects and I try and keep it light, responding appropriately and listening when I should.
It’s somewhere between 11:30 and midnight by the time we leave – on a Thursday night. I don’t want it to end. I suggest we meet the following night and, to my shock, she agrees. I walk her to her car and we “hug it out”.
The next night we meet at an upscale seafood place right down by the ocean. We have what I consider to be a bit of a stilted conversation. She looks tired and I tell her so. “I was out late last night,” she tells me with a smile. After dinner we take a walk along the boardwalk. We get several streets away and end up taking a seat on one of the benches. It’s a beautiful night… not too hot with a light breeze. We watch the tourists traipse up and down the boardwalk.
We then walk back to the same restaurant for one last drink and to listen to some live entertainment. The conversation is much better this time. A couple of people leave and we take their seats. I put my arm around her and she seems okay with it but she doesn’t lean into it. At times it appears to me that she’s trying to put some distance between us or that she’s almost leaning away.
We left fairly early because she had to be up in the morning for one of her daughter’s sports events. We talked about seeing one another again but it would be difficult with her having the kids the next week and me being out of town the week after that. I want to keep in touch with her. I have sent a couple text messages but haven’t gotten any response from her. I don’t see this as a good sign but I’m not going to panic – yet.
I felt really good about our first encounter but not so much the second night. I blamed it on her being tired – I hope that’s the case. To bring the story full circle, I texted G-Lady that I was happy my first instinct was wrong.
It was date #18 with “Danielle”: 40, divorced with 2 kids. I’m driving to the date and G-Lady calls me. I tell her that I don’t have a good feeling about this one but I don’t know why.
I arrive a little early (as usual) and they are seating us in the ‘bar’ area. There are not many people there but the table right next to us has a group of celebrating co-workers. There’s a rather portly man sitting in the chair closest to our table who, with a turn of his head, appears to be listening in on our conversation. In reality he’s probably watching the TV screen to the other side of us, but I feel a bit uncomfortable. Luckily, so do they and that whole group moves to another table.
So Danielle comes around the corner and I am fairly impressed. Her hair is auburn with shades of brown and has the most beautiful eyes. She seems to have the best attributes of every woman I’ve gone out with before. She looks like this actress (Kelli Williams).
We talk and tell stories… we ask questions. It seems to die down a little early and I’m a bit worried, but we charge on. The bar area we’re sitting in is getting a bit more crowded but we continue to eat our food.After a couple hours, the noise where we’re sitting is getting a little out of control so I suggest going somewhere else. To my shock, she agrees. We end up in an area of town to which I’m more familiar. The bar is quieter and we get a half-decent chance to talk. With a couple of drinks in us, the conversation flows maybe a bit too easily. She covers some darker subjects and I try and keep it light, responding appropriately and listening when I should.
It’s somewhere between 11:30 and midnight by the time we leave – on a Thursday night. I don’t want it to end. I suggest we meet the following night and, to my shock, she agrees. I walk her to her car and we “hug it out”.
The next night we meet at an upscale seafood place right down by the ocean. We have what I consider to be a bit of a stilted conversation. She looks tired and I tell her so. “I was out late last night,” she tells me with a smile. After dinner we take a walk along the boardwalk. We get several streets away and end up taking a seat on one of the benches. It’s a beautiful night… not too hot with a light breeze. We watch the tourists traipse up and down the boardwalk.
We then walk back to the same restaurant for one last drink and to listen to some live entertainment. The conversation is much better this time. A couple of people leave and we take their seats. I put my arm around her and she seems okay with it but she doesn’t lean into it. At times it appears to me that she’s trying to put some distance between us or that she’s almost leaning away.
We left fairly early because she had to be up in the morning for one of her daughter’s sports events. We talked about seeing one another again but it would be difficult with her having the kids the next week and me being out of town the week after that. I want to keep in touch with her. I have sent a couple text messages but haven’t gotten any response from her. I don’t see this as a good sign but I’m not going to panic – yet.
I felt really good about our first encounter but not so much the second night. I blamed it on her being tired – I hope that’s the case. To bring the story full circle, I texted G-Lady that I was happy my first instinct was wrong.