Here in Minnesota last week it became Spring. Yeah, I know, we'll get our ass handed to us in a week or two and get dumped on by Mother Nature. But for a week, it was true Spring - bright blue skies and sunshine and dripping drips of drip everywhere.
I opened my sunroof, put on my sunglasses and found myself having lunches and happy hours with friends. It was glorious.
And I had a few dates.
I decided after my little retarded foray with Match.com back in 2006 and again this September that I'd just put all that on hold. I thought that if it happened it happened, but I wasn't going to put out any effort. I mean, I was finding last Fall that I was feeling guilty about burning out my mother in law when she watched the kids for me, spending money on babysitters to avoid the guilt, worrying about the kids and then sitting down with my date to realize in 5 minutes that it was all a wasted effort.
It started with a guy that found me randomly on Facebook about a month ago. Yeah, I know I should have known better. I was listening to all of my friends who tell me I go for the Bad Boys and that I should try a Nice Guy for once. Well, this guy seemed like a Nice Guy.
Nice Guy Bachelor #1 was average looking, a Chiropractor and had 2 kids about the same age as Al and Gus. We met for a spontaneous lunch a few weeks ago. By the time we had ordered our food and were waiting for it, he was holding both of my hands. My feet were kicking wildly under the table I was so uncomfortable. "Do you like holding hands?" he asked. "No. Not at all," I said, looking him right in the eye. He kept holding my hands until I pretended to sneeze. By the end of the lunch he was telling me how he and I and our kids should all go down to Florida in a few months. Seriously. Lucky me, he parked right near me so he made sure he held my hand all the way through the parking lot and then tried to kiss me, which I ducked. He kissed my eyebrow as I dove into my car.
I haven't looked back, other than to laugh.
The two dates I had this week were actually good. My dinner date was a Nice Guy. Bachelor #2 Nice Guy is average looking but we had just about everything in common. Um, like everything. It almost made me wonder how much research he had done. Anyway, it was nice to sit across from someone and actually be entertained and....interested....in the conversation. It's been a good long while since that has happened.
Bachelor #3 is a... I don't know how to categorize this one. And of course, he's the one I really like and am wildly attracted to. Which means he's probably a Bad Guy. I had breakfast with him and we talked for 2 solid hours, mostly about his life and his stories.
So I don't know if this is some new mojo that I've acquired or I'm open to it again or it's just Spring in Minnesota. It definitely makes life a little more interesting and I've frankly been understimulated - bored to tears for a long time now.
I love spring. Anywhere. But it's so much more springy in MN. I hope you have fun finding the right nice guy:)
Posted by: Corrie | March 08, 2010 at 10:34 PM