Well today was quite interesting. I spent all day thinking up excuses to not go on this date...and when I was finally ready for my speil, he walks in the door. He was dressed in a polo and jeans, had his hair done, smelled like cologne...he sits next to me at the bar...and I feel sooo bad! I say "would you be mad if I didn't go to dinner with you tonight?" Wrong question, he lets out this huge sigh and rolls his eyes. He says "well I'll leave it up to you" and smacks his beer onto the bar. So I felt obligated to go...Plus, I DID agree to it in the first place. He takes me to Longhorn, on the way there I'm talking about nothing...and we get there and have dinner. The dinner was nice, we have things in common. He wants to move to Melbourne, FL and that's where I used to live. He has a biochemistry degree, I wanted to major in chem...He works out at 24 hour fitness, I used to. He drinks iced tea, so do I. He's never been married, no kids...has a decent job. Sounds good right??? Oh boy, if you only knew. We get back to Wallaby's and sit to have a drink. I was trying to think of excuses to leave, because by now all the regulars know that I went out with him. I ask him "So how old are you?" (I'm thinking about 40 or so) He says "A lot older than you think"...so I'm thinkin.. I say "well surely you're not 50, if you are you sure age well!" He says "barely 50." "Oh you mean, what, 51?" He says "no try the other end of the spectrum!" OMG...WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?! HE'S ALMOST 60 YEARS OLD! That's older than my parents! He's pushing Grandpa's age!
Well, I immediately found an excuse, "I have to go feed my cats", and darted for the back door. Wow, he wants to take me out again...so I told him I'd let him know. OMG!! What is wrong with me?! I swear he doesn't look that old!
Afterwards I went to Lisa's to watch American Idol and Six Feet Under. I just got home and now the kids are playing tag...Zoey is screaming at Sawyer while he's biting her...
Anyway, lesson learned. Follow your instincts. I should've just ditched him and went home right after work instead of waiting to tell him I didn't want to go, only to get the guilt trip into going after all.
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Katie, when did you turn into such a pushover? You should call up that independent "I dontgiveafuck" will power you've got hiding inside of you. I know it's there. It made you move to Florida. So it's not too far gone ;)broke to reclaim your identity. That sassy, strongheaded woman who isn't afraid to get what she wants. Find that person and you won't have this dellima again. Love ya!!
ReplyDeleteYeah. That should say "time to reclaim..." not broke lol. Damn iPhone.
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