I had another wonderful date with Jon Hamm this week, bringing us up to four dates so far. The usual fun time: lots of talking, laughing, eating, drinking, smooching. It's still feeling fun and easy. By the end of the date, we had plans in place to see each other again a few days later.
The next day, I found myself thinking about him -- in the interest of taking things slowly and following his lead, I had decided to let him make contact next. That afternoon, he called. Yes, called. An old-fashioned phone call -- so rare in this day and age of texts and emails. It was just a call to say "hi". So refreshing.
When I told my best friend D about this, her response was, "I can't remember the last time a guy called me!". Isn't it funny / sad that this is what our expectations are these days?
Overall, I'm feeling really good about this guy, while realizing it's too soon to know anything. I'm much calmer than I normally am in this kind of situation, and it just feels good to NOT be stressing over him. It helps that he's sending encouraging vibes my way in between dates, in the form of sweet (but not treacly) calls and texts.
Earlier this year, I had decided that my dating motto for the year was going to be:
RELAX, AND ENJOY THE RIDE.
And that's exactly what I'm doing with him.
In the meantime: remember Francois, the adorable Frenchie? We had two dates a few weeks ago, just before I went out of town. After that time, he was rather flaky about being in touch, so I wrote him off.
He got back in touch this week. We talked about getting together to go biking, but then the weather didn't cooperate, so we canceled.
The next day I got a surprise text from him: he was offering me four free tickets for the show he works for -- but it had to be for that night. (I'd rather not write the actual name of the show here, but think "circus" and "sun"). I wrangled a few friends, and off we went.
The show was enjoyable enough, and he gave us a backstage tour after. A part of me was hoping he'd be able to hang out for a drink, but he had a friend's going-away party that he had to go to. We made plans (once again) to go biking the next day -- plans that he called to cancel because of a work conflict. And he's leaving town in a few days, so that would have been our last chance to see each other.
While I found myself swooning after seeing him again, my friend C offered up the wise words that while Francois would have been just a fun boy toy, Jon is "real life". That works for me.
AND... I finally got around to emailing both Sparky and Austin Powers, stretching the truth somewhat by saying I'd reconnected with someone from my past, and would like to see where it might go. Gracious replies by each. I'm glad to have both those chapters closed -- both were very nice guys, but "the" feeling just wasn't there.