(Now I have that Queen song stuck in my head)
Someone / something out there is making it very clear that I am NOT meant to be dating right now.
I got an e-mail from the Skydiver today explaining that while he’d had a very nice time on our date last week, he needed more time to clear his head – and thus needed to cancel our date this week.
No biggie – and I’m not all that surprised, since he did tell me early on that he was just out of a long-term relationship. I’d much rather him tell me this NOW than six months down the road! I can’t explain it, it just struck me as kind of … funny. (as in funny, ha, ha) I’m not taking it personally at all, but still found it very amusing when, after writing to three different friends with the news, they each wrote back that he was a “pussy”. (all three of them used that same word! Is it currently in vogue or something?) I love my friends.
I had a blast on my non-date with Good Hair Guy yesterday – over brunch, I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation (mostly about dating, travel and NYC real estate), and found myself thinking that I need to hang out with him more often. We then went to a local bar where he thoroughly kicked my ass at both pool AND ping pong. Not much of a surprise there – he had already warned me that he was 1989 Springfield Junior Ping Pong Champion*, and man, was he competitive!
There was some very mild, innocent flirting going on… every so often I’d lean over and flash a little cleavage in an attempt to distract him from his ping pong game. It would work momentarily, until he’d regain composure, and would subsequently score another point. Overall, just a fun time.
I walked home thinking this was one of those times I was really happy to be single in New York City – it just felt “right”.
Lots of social activities this week, then heading out of town for work next week. A lot going on, keeping busy!
* not his real championship title.