No, not for dates, but for blog posts. I was just reminded that I never updated
all two of you everyone on my baseball date. The overly optimistic reasoning, she figured, was because I was well on my way to happily ever after while sitting on a beach in Bali. Hmmmmm, not quite.
I met him at his place and he had gotten my favorite beverage for me. Well, what he thought was my favorite beverage but was, in fact, not. Sweet gesture though. I should have taken him up on his offer of a cocktail though as his driving is just short of horrendous. I thought my mother was the worst driver ever but he makes her seem awfully safe and smooth by comparison.
We arrived in one piece though, so there’s that. We had a great time at game. We didn’t actually watch much of the game as the spectators were much more fascinating. We watched some of the game, had some of the world’s most expensive beers and chatted. He really is a fascinating man. His background is in history and geography, so pair that with his extensive travels and he knows a lot. I mean, a lot. I’m no dummy, but I can’t touch his knowledge of all things in existence. I don’t even mean that in a sarcastic way, he’s truly just a well educated man. And a very sweet one.
He took me back to my car, gave me a hug and a quick peck and that was that. No discussion of seeing each other again. As I was a tad bit tipsy, of course I had some sort of pathetic panic attack on the way home and regaled one of my friends with my neurotic ‘why, what if, what did I do wrong’ nonsense. Until I woke up the next day and realized that I was okay either way. There still wasn’t a spark, but being the oddly conceited gal that I am, I still find it hard to believe that there are no sparks on his end either.
I got a text from him the next day letting me know what a terrific time he had and telling me about his morning. And that was that. And last Tuesday. A week ago. Radio silence since then, and it’s okay.
Mr. San Diego called me several times last weekend to let me know he’d be in town. I was booked with plans but told him where he could meet us if he wanted. And he apparently didn’t want to. Haven’t heard from him since either.
I guess it’s back to the drawing board………