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I went on my first date this week since the break up (7 months ago). Not a real (schmoochy) date, but rather a friend-date, since that's all I'm ready for (emotionally). Too many expectations associated with a real date. So I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be. But it was still enjoyable. Nice girl. Easy to get along with. Cute. Sweet. She drove (since the Rad-mobile is still in the shop) and snuck two Coronas into the theater (in her purse). My social life has been suking majorly. Heck, the most intimate relationship I've had in the last six months has been with my lawyer (who knows everything). That should tell you how bad it's been. Pretty lonely. ••• today's entry continues here ••• A few other girls tried to persuade me to go out, but that was before I was ready. One of them said, "Your ex is screwed for the rest of her life, cuz she used up a lifetime worth of luck when she found you." Little Nik (10 years old) said, "You ruined her for all other men." They know how to stroke my ego. =) What I remember most from the date is her fragrance. I normally don't care for perfume (to me, clean is sexy .. sexy is dangerous) .. but this was very nice: subtle, clean, barely detectable. Funny how quickly you forget what it's like to be with a woman. I can still smell her ... In other news, .. I get the little guy today .. will be playing Rad-dad. Can't wait. Now *that's* something that makes me nervous. Anticipation. Hope I can get to sleep. Everybody was extra nice to me yesterday .. going out of their way .. cuz they knew I get the little guy today. People at the restaurant fixed me a special plate for dinner (not on the menu) - maybe the best meal I ever had .. and didn't even charge me. That's never happened before. Late last night, Maria drove over in her pajamas .. to bring me her BMW, so I can get the little guy later today .. cuz my car is still in the shop (waiting on a part). Many similarly thoughtful gestures came my way .. all cuz I get the little guy... Feels good for a change, cuz the last few weeks, I'd been feeling like my life was being held together by duct tape and bailing wire. |
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