Cold Shoulder

I never did tell you about "Mr. Cold Shoulder". I set up this date with another guy from online. He was an engineer, brainiac type. Not handsome, awkward and thin. Open minded me-thought, "this is different, but go with it". I tried to pick a middle meeting point, seeing as we lived kind of far from each other. I picked a sports bar... Maybe not so wise, in hind-sight. I ordered antipasto, as he yelled loudly at the tv behind me. This was not just once, but every time he stopped speaking, and it was my turn... his eyes turned upward to the tv's, and he let out an occassional yelp. AWESOME. Feeling important at this time, thought... " second chance date, new place." That would be awesome, but he texted me a few days later saying that he really liked me, I was cute, smart, and fun. COOL. Then he told me he went out with another girl from online a few times before me and wanted and thought he could make it work with her. He then, ever so kindly, told me that if it didn't work out with said girl, he would love to go out with me again. Every girls dream, #2!!! Never texted him again. Obviosly. I like me way too much!!!!

Ladder 33

After swallowing the hard pill that was my 33rd birthday, I decided to get back to business. The business of dating , that is. I have been chatting with a few select guys via a website, and hand picked one or two to invest more into the communication. This includes emails, texts, and an occasional phone call. So, last week I finally made plans to go out with, well, let's just call him "Firehouse Guy". He is a blue collar-type who volunteers the rest of his time to fighting fires here where I live(liking the whole men-in-uniform thing). He didn't know what time to meet or where to meet, so I was there left making the decision. This had me doing what I ALWAYS do and judging him even before we met. "I want a take charge kinda guy, he's so indecisive, other manly judgments, blah, blah, blah." Moving on... "Firehouse Guy" and I met on a Monday evening at a local watering hole. No drinks, just a quick bite to eat and some small talk. No flames to put out, so to speak. Using my new rule of giving each of these men a second chance, the following day I stopped out at the firehouse and called up to "F.G." He emerged happily and we sat on my car and chatted for awhile. We have hung out a few other times. "Firehouse Guy" has made it clear to me that he is interested in "seeing where it goes".  I am not sure, yet... no fireworks, dreams of what our kids would look like, or even plans for next week.