I’m officially in the midst of a dating dry spell. I don’t have any dates lined up in the near future – quite unusual for me. See – and all my friends know this – I’m a planner. I like to have my full week mapped out in front of me. I’m happy that this week is filled with plans with friends, a work party, an outing with my biking group – not a whole lot of free time for dates.
Yet – I miss the feeling of anticipation, of getting excited about someone new. But these days, I’m also wary of that feeling. The last time I felt that was with Witty Banter, and unfortunately, he didn’t work out. (as in, he never called back) My resolve to "absolutely not think" about him didn't go very far.
New Plan: in the spirit of strappy summer dresses and mojitos, I’m hoping to have a sexy fling with Hot Young Guy. Since we last saw each other two weeks ago, we’ve had a few flirtatious exchanges of texts and e-mails, but he doesn’t seem to be making much of an effort to get together. I suspect he has his share of other flings, which doesn’t bother me – as long as we can plan at least one hot, sexy night together. Soon, I hope.
Oh! On my date with Oafish Adam the other night, not only did I meet this Really Cool Couple, but I fell deeply in like with the bartender. He was adorable, sweet, charming… and knew his wine. Of course, there’s a good chance that every other female customer (and many of the male ones) will feel the same way.