Date #fail
Well, I’ve been working on the “alone at home” thing a little (took a day off last week and just hung out, and it really helped me to regenerate. This weekend, friends had a party for my new singleness, I got the tree, we decorated, and the house looks much more festive. It’s nice. I had a second date with the same person as the first date, and while I don’t really see anything there, he’s nice–in fact, so nice that the bonehead move I made today does not seem to have damaged anything.
You see, we were supposed to meet tonight, do a bit of ballroom dancing, and then have some dinner. An early evening, because I have the kids this week, but somehow–I just couldn’t do it. At the last minute, I called and (worse yet) left a voice mail trying to explain that maybe I wasn’t ready. Rambling, horrible, and then naturally the voice mail discarded it. So I had to record it again. Ugh. My palms were sweating, I felt terrible, and yet, I was actually relieved that I didn’t have to go. Didn’t have to be “on.”
He called me back, and we talked. He was really great, actually. Said we should have talked earlier, that he’d dated recent divorcees before and understands how it rolls, and that his plan was just to hang out for the time being and take it slow–kind of be friends and go from there. I felt better after that. Considerably.
However, I’m still not sure I want to do this. I have other things I need to work on, so it may not be the best use of my energies at the moment. That having been said, it’s always nice to have new friends, so it might turn out okay, after all.
Dating. I’m doin’ it wrong.
