guy enters sarah's life.
Guy is interested in sarah
sarah is interested in guy
guy asks sarah out
sarah goes out with guy
sarah never hears from guy again.
THE STORY OF MY LIFE.
Nothing really happens on the dates. I don't break into my crazy list of what I expect him to do after our first date, hell I don't even let my head spin around like it normally does. I don't say anything like "Sam will really like you, he has been looking for a new daddy". Or something crazy like "how do you feel about prozac? There might be a lot of it in my purse, just so you know."
Yeah, nothing happens on the first date....at all.
...wait...nothing...happens...on...the...first...date.....
OH...I GET IT!!!
THAT IS WHY THEY ALWAYS LEAVE. I AM A BOOTY CALL. I am an on line hopeful. A "gosh it's been a long time I will choose the "replies often" single mom with the nice smile. She will certainly be a sure thing.
well, I'm not.
I thought February was going to be different. Not the month, the guy. Yes, that is what I called him, February, because that is how long he was going to last.
ok, all in unison now...."oh Sarah...why would you think that?"
because it's a fact. That is how long they last.
It is so difficult to find time to date these days. And not to say that my life is any more difficult than other parent's, but being a single mom is tough. I meet a guy and we sit and stare at our planners like we are at the dentist office trying to plan a root canal.
Can you do friday?
I can't I have Sam
what about Sunday?
I can't, I have to work
all day sunday?
well I close
what about sunday during the day?
I go in at noon, I can meet you at 11, we will only have 20 minutes to hang out
ok, what about monday?
I can't, I have my mountain biking group rides on Monday night until about midnight.
ok, what about the following Saturday?
I will be out of town on business
well how does January late 2022? My son will be 16 and will hate the sight of me, so I am thinking that will be a great month to date.
Yes, it is impossible to find time to date.
I somewhat envy the single people that are out there dating with no kids, wondering what their freedom is like. Wondering what their thought process is when they meet a girl and start dating her. They are probably thinking "wow, we can go to dinner on Saturday night, then for a walk on town lake on Sunday, then curl up with a movie at her house on Sunday night, then Monday, call in sick to work and lay in bed and make out all day."
then they meet me and it's like "wow, we can go out on Saturday night, then I will hang out with her for 2 hours on sunday morning and lay on her bed and wait for her to come home 14 hours later. Then, we can go out to dinner on monday night after she gets done with work where she will show up in her work clothes because she has not had time to go home and change and her eyes are so bloodshot I am wondering if she is an insomniac. And then, we will go out again on Tuesday night but get a good look, because you will not be seeing her again for 4 days!!"
Can you hear them lining outside my door now?
I assume the right guy will make time for me and vise versa. I truly think that things will come together when it is right.
February and I went on three dates. All of them lasted no longer than 30 minutes.
Date number one: He shows up at my restaurant minutes after I have left for the day and calls me to say he is going to sit and have a sandwich. I talk to him for about 20 minutes and am more intrigued that I hear the phone ringing in the background and nobody is answering it. I wonder if I can ask him to go behind the counter and check the sales for me.
Date number two: I go to his restaurant and he is working as a server. I am there with two of my girlfriends that night and we discuss which one of the hot waiters were him. I finally feel a grasp of my arm and I swing around to see what he looks like but like a black aproned blurr he is gone. I feel like I am one of Charlie's angles wondering what charlie looks like. I imagine me sitting on a leather couch in heels and a halter top talking into an intercom. "oh...Charlie!!!"
I do end up talking to him for a while and wonder if I could take a picture of his blue eyes and try not to concentrate on the fact the table next to me is obviously ready to order and the gentleman in the corner would like more coffee.
Date number three: He shows up at my work and I am busy when he first arrives. I finally get to sit and talk to him and wonder how turned on he is by the fact I am wearing an apron and holding a broom and dustpan. "a restaurant managers briefcase" is what I refer to it as.
We hang out for about 30 minutes or so, then he heads out the door and I watch him walk to the car and think "I want one of those." He is the pair of shoes that I would die to have, but they are a little out of my league.
Yes, February was wonderful, but I only have two weeks to line up March, better get to work.
