Perfectly Normal Date
Dad’s House readers occasionally wonder why, if I say I’d like to be in a genuine romantic dating relationship, I seem to only blog about coffee date sex, dirty texting, and one night stands. Um, because it’s more interesting?
Lest any readers think I’m merely a slave to my “little head”, I thought I’d share details from a recent perfectly normal date.
Remember the women who manifested from my 8/8/08 request to the universe? The one who strolled into a restaurant where I was eating with my kids, and lit up the room (for me)? I flirted non-verbally with her during dinner, then approached her and asked her out, despite my kids being there.
Following that, she played hard to get, sending encouraging text messages (though, no sexy texting) only to disappear without a response. At the time I thought she might be date stacking, i.e. making plans with multiple men on the same night, only to choose one and snub the others. Turns out I was wrong!
A few weeks ago, she texted me out of the blue: Can u meet for drinks tonight?
Why not? My kids were with their mom, and I happened to be free. We picked a restaurant bar near her apartment and planned to meet at 8pm. I arrived fashionably early, as I’m wont to do on a date. It’s extremely poor form for a man to keep a woman waiting in the bar alone.
She wasn’t there yet, so I ordered a drink, and chatted up some fellow bar patrons. I scoped out two barstools, and kept my eye on the door.
A bit after eight, she texted me. (This woman and her texting. Oy.): I am here
She hadn’t come in the front door. Maybe the back? I looked around, but didn’t see her, so I texted a reply: So am I. Where r u?
She texted me: back corner table
I looked again. Lo and behold, there she was, hiding behind a party of four who were finishing up their meal.
I went over, and we got reacquainted. She was just as attractive and vibrant as I remembered. Turns out she arrived at the restaurant at 7:15 and had a bite. She saw me come in, and chose to watch me for a while (15 minutes!) before texting me. (WTF?!)
She explained that she’s the personal assistant for a Silicon Valley billionaire’s family. (I know which one, but for privacy reasons, won’t say.) He keeps her on-call 24/7, and if the family travels to one of their other homes (Montecito, etc), she often goes with them. In other words, she has no life of her own. This is why she kept flaking on me. She said she didn’t text back because she felt so bad, and she truly didn’t know when she’d be free. But she appreciated my persistence, and so she thought it would be nice to meet.
We both enjoyed getting to know each other. We both wanted to meet again.
And, of course, given our sketchy history of finding time when we were both available, we never got back together.
End of story.
Now then, aren’t you glad I don’t blog about perfectly normal, yet boring, dates?
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