I had no idea what to title this.
I’m excitedly going on a date on Saturday.
Yes, I guess I’m dating again. I got the Mpox vaccine (I decided to get it when I started perusing the dating app again…more about that later).
He’s wonderful. On paper and on the phone.
Now lets see if he’s as wonderful in person.
I’m giddy. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m going to throw up.
I bring no excuses, other than I was lazy. And I always intended to check in on you guys but then didn’t.
There was televisions shows I was obsessed with. One of them being The White Lotus. The other is the reboot of Gossip Girl. I may be channeling my inner teenager. I did fall out of love with reality shows. I got bored. And not because there wasn’t drama, but it just seems like it is the same sort of drama, just a different city.
Some things have happened. And they are fodder for a different post. But I do promise I will post that fodder.
Happy New Year everyone. And as Shifely says “I will do better”.
One of the dating apps I have been using is Bumble. And I don’t understand their algorithm. I have put I am a man interested in meeting other men. I have on my profile that I am out and proud.
Several times they have shown me women’s profiles. I have checked off that other things that are deal breakers and yet, those profiles show up as someone I can choose to swipe left or right to. I am about to give up and close or delete my profile. I wish they would fix that algorithm.
Again, I am going to blame my absence on business. I believe in my last post I griped about not being able to say no to volunteer commitments. I am tired and exhausted and would like a weekend to myself. Just to take a break.
I hope everyone has been doing well. And I’m catching up on blogs and enjoying your posts.
So in an effort to keep myself busy, I have said “Yes” to all volunteer activities. And these past three weeks have taken its toll on me. I’m just tired. I haven’t gotten to use the treadmill. I haven’t done anything socially related (dinner with friends, drinks–except when I get home from said volunteer activities and I have a glass of wine or three or the whole bottle).
I believe I may have written a post about learning to say no.
I have gained weight, which I plan to lose. I need to get back in shape. I need to use the treadmill more and I need to eat better.
Monday–starts a new week for me!! After all I have to eat all the junk food in the freezer and cupboards before I buy lettuce, kale and broccoli again.
I was shopping at a local grocery store and when I got through the checkout line to the register, the bagger was having a conversation with the cashier. He was using his hands to talk emphatically and was speaking quite loudly.
Here is what I heard:
Bagger: “No bad, VERY bad. Not good”
Cashier: “Was it parked far away”
Bagger: “In our parking lot. Broke window. Took everything”
Cashier: “Oh that is sad”
Bagger: “Yes Bad. Very bad. He so sad. He so angry”.
Mind you, the cashier is Asian. The bagger caucasian.
I only heard a hint of an accent from her. Her English was quite good. So I wonder why the bagger had to speak louder than normal (like she was hearing impaired or 10 feet away) and why he was using hand signals like he was trying to land a plane.
I’m going on a second date with this guy I met on the app.
He offered to pick me up. I lied and told him I would already be in the area of the restaurant and we should just meet there.
We had a fantastic time on our first date. We talked for almost 3-4 hours straight at our first dinner.
But when he said that he would pick me up, I panicked. My first thought was I would be at his mercy. I would have to depend on him. And I want to be able to leave dinner when I wanted to. I also had visions of one of those Dateline stories. You know, I go out on a date and then I never come back and no one knows what happened to me.
I am over-reacting I know. And in today’s world, where he has texted me, he would be easily found and it’s known that he was the last person I was with.
Oh, I need to get a grip. Dating once again is difficult.
BTW, I am re-watching Glee and I’m enjoying it again. But I really really loved this new series The Bear!! Wow!
Like most of you, I can’t believe that it’s August already. I’ve been at my new job for over two months now and I have settled in quite nicely. I love it and feel like I should have been doing this all along. But would I have appreciated it this much had I started here?
Columbus has had their Irish Festival. I thought about going, but decided against it. This rise in Covid once again has pushed me back into a bit of isolation. I am pretty careful, have always worn a mask out in public, avoid huge crowds and I’m picky about the get togethers that I attend. I just wonder, when will this end. One of my friends said it won’t ever go away, but become much like the flu. We will have a shot every year and then be done with it.
I am tired of being paranoid about getting it. But I am also tired of people who don’t take it seriously. Tired of all the “it’s not real, it’s just the flu” comments. Alas, I guess we will continue to have people who say it’s real and take it seriously and those who don’t. Isn’t that with everything though?
It feels good to be writing again, even though it’s just stuff and nonsense.
It’s my mother’s birthday. She’s 78! Wow. I hope to look as great as she does when I’m 78. She spent a quiet time at home with my Dad (who is in his 80’s). They didn’t feel much like going out. And she said there was a thunderstorm in their area, so that complicated things (well scared them from wanting to drive). It use to be snow that kept them from driving, but now that they live in Florida, it’s thunderstorms.
I am finally settling in with my new job. And have a routine down pat now. I wake in the morning and exercise, shower and drive to work. Come home and hop on the treadmill for about thirty minutes. I think I am more energetic because I am happy. I love what I’m doing!
So I have been talking a lot lately with the guy I went on a date with. He wants to go out on another date. And I want to also. We will see where this goes. I’m hopeful, but not jumping in head first. However, I remember the words of a good friend “you are ready to fall in love, when you are ready to get your heartbroken”. I am sure that I somehow misquoted him.
I haven’t been on a date in a long time…until this weekend. It is the first date I have been on since the love of my life passed away.
I met this guy on an app. And we have been exchanging texts for a while and then that turned into phone calls. The phone calls would last a couple hours. He was respectful and let me take my time. He knew my history and was patient.
He finally asked if we could have dinner. And we did. The dinner lasted for a couple hours. We talked for quite a bit. It felt good to be out again. It also was a bit sad for me. I miss my partner so much. I wished it was him sitting across from me. But I also realized that I do need to get back out there. I get lonely. I want someone to talk to. I also want to go on walks and watch movies with someone.
I had fun. I felt guilty. But mostly I’m talking it slow…I will see where it goes.
I am still here. Been busy loving my new job. This is what I had always imagine research would be. Everyone has been so welcoming.
Will write more this weekend.
Miss you guys
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