So, I called the guy from match.com. Not one of the two I talked about the other day, a third one that sounded almost normal.
We talked for about 20 minutes, made a date for Friday night.
And now I don't want to go.
Part of it is just plain cowardice, but part is that whole gut feeling thing. You know, that part of you that says "ut-uh, not gonna happen," and is ignored at your peril?
My gut's telling me this isn't going to go well. And instead of coffee? We're going to dinner! Why, oh why would I do that? A whole meal? God.
He said his goal is to have 6-pack abs.
A Ph.D, a position at the university, and he wants muscles.
Hm...
Not really my --um-- scene.
Judging, I know... judging.
Maybe it's because I'm tired. Last night the phone rang at 10:45. Ten o'clock-at-night-forty-five! No one calls me that late. I was just falling asleep, and it gave me a heart attack. It was David, my friend who's sick up in Seattle. Wants me to come out next weekend.
We talked for an hour. He's doing well, positive, talking about living his life now the way he wants it to be, not the way it's ended up...the way we all should live our lives.
Got my tickets this morning. I'm flying out next Friday, the 19th.
For the last several weeks I've been checking air fares; there's only one direct flight a day from Santa Barbara to Seattle, and it was hovering around $300. On-line at 7 am today? $456 was the lowest price.
Of course.
But, fear not my friends. I went to Hotwire, found a "clearance" price airfare of $229, and bought it.
Nope. Didn't get the direct flight, but an extra hour or so is worth paying less than half of that first ticket.
And it's not even a crummy time. I leave at 1:45 on Friday afternoon, and then I leave Seattle Monday at 11 in the morning. Ahh... No rushing. I hate rushing.
Too much going on right now, and then I just shut down. I'm going to turn in early tonight.
Tomorrow is a new day.
4 comments:
I'm like that too before dates, but just go with no expectations and have fun. At worst, it's a tedious 3 hours out of your life.
So no date then since you're flying out right?
The date is this Friday and you go to Seattle next?
The internet dating thing never seems to work -- but, you never know. One dinner won't be that much time. Plus, maybe you will be surprised by some good chemistry. If not, dinner still beats watching t.v. or wasting time on the computer, no?
You gotta go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Please? ;)
At the very worst, it'll give you something to blog about.
Hope you have fun at David's and hope he's doing okay. Sounds like he's got the right attitude, on the surface anyway.
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