The Weekend Recap
Friday
Get home from a run and there's a message on my VM from The Advertising Chick, asking me to call her. I do and she wants to reschedule the date to Saturday or Sunday because she's been sick for the past two days, waiting until the last minute because she thought she may end up feeling better. She sounds like ass. I say Sunday evening works for me (all the while thinking, ok, I know how these things work, so I'm not expecting much out of Sunday's date). No worries, no expectations. Well, she ends up giving me a call around 9ish to say she's sorry again. She still sounds like ass...says she feels worse. We end up talking for a good three hours...just about general shit...life, death, taxes (well, jobs and relationships were thrown in there too). Ended up being a great conversation.
...packing, of course.
Saturday
The Older Woman emails me and wonders if I really want to go out with her. I have some sort of Agent Orange induced flashback to my marriage and the insecurities I had to deal with on a daily basis. I decided to email her back and just call it off since I wasn't that into her anyway. Plus, I really didn't feel like doubling up the dates on Sunday.
The rest of the day is uneventful for the most part. Go for a run. College football. Carolina still sucks.
...more packing.
Sunday
At least the Panthers won.
I still hate packing.
Ok, so I meet The Advertising Chick at Armadillo Grill...we're both on time, which is a good sign. We pick up the conversation right where we left off on Friday night...lots of smiles and laughs. Using my superhuman powers of reading people, I can tell she's comfortable and having a good time...she's leaning in across the table, her hands are outstretched, holding onto her marguerita glass, just screaming, brush up against me! So I did. She smiles. Life is good. Dinner was excellent...their chicken tacos are out of this world and I could eat their guacamole with a spoon. Dinner ended and we decided to head over to Helios for some java. (side note: Why do I feel like I'm on Love Connection and Chuck Woolery is getting ready to make some smart ass joke.) Anyway, more good convo at the coffeeshop...did I mention they have couches there? Did I mention she smells fantastic? She's from NC, but has lived in Atlanta and Beantown within the last 6 years. Thankfully, she isn't a Red Sux fan. She says fuck in the conversation before I do. I think I like this one. So they kick us out, I walk her to her car and we hang out and talk some more. Among other things :) Great freaking kisser...which is harder to find than one might think. Anyway, figured that it was about time to wrap up about midnight-thirty, despite the desire to hang out...some joking around about moving it back to her place, but of course, I'm a gentleman. Hey, stop laughing. Bottomline, it was the best date I've had since I've been single again. We both have crazy weeks, but she offered to come over next weekend and help me hang pictures. Hang pictures....heh.
Get home from a run and there's a message on my VM from The Advertising Chick, asking me to call her. I do and she wants to reschedule the date to Saturday or Sunday because she's been sick for the past two days, waiting until the last minute because she thought she may end up feeling better. She sounds like ass. I say Sunday evening works for me (all the while thinking, ok, I know how these things work, so I'm not expecting much out of Sunday's date). No worries, no expectations. Well, she ends up giving me a call around 9ish to say she's sorry again. She still sounds like ass...says she feels worse. We end up talking for a good three hours...just about general shit...life, death, taxes (well, jobs and relationships were thrown in there too). Ended up being a great conversation.
...packing, of course.
Saturday
The Older Woman emails me and wonders if I really want to go out with her. I have some sort of Agent Orange induced flashback to my marriage and the insecurities I had to deal with on a daily basis. I decided to email her back and just call it off since I wasn't that into her anyway. Plus, I really didn't feel like doubling up the dates on Sunday.
The rest of the day is uneventful for the most part. Go for a run. College football. Carolina still sucks.
...more packing.
Sunday
At least the Panthers won.
I still hate packing.
Ok, so I meet The Advertising Chick at Armadillo Grill...we're both on time, which is a good sign. We pick up the conversation right where we left off on Friday night...lots of smiles and laughs. Using my superhuman powers of reading people, I can tell she's comfortable and having a good time...she's leaning in across the table, her hands are outstretched, holding onto her marguerita glass, just screaming, brush up against me! So I did. She smiles. Life is good. Dinner was excellent...their chicken tacos are out of this world and I could eat their guacamole with a spoon. Dinner ended and we decided to head over to Helios for some java. (side note: Why do I feel like I'm on Love Connection and Chuck Woolery is getting ready to make some smart ass joke.) Anyway, more good convo at the coffeeshop...did I mention they have couches there? Did I mention she smells fantastic? She's from NC, but has lived in Atlanta and Beantown within the last 6 years. Thankfully, she isn't a Red Sux fan. She says fuck in the conversation before I do. I think I like this one. So they kick us out, I walk her to her car and we hang out and talk some more. Among other things :) Great freaking kisser...which is harder to find than one might think. Anyway, figured that it was about time to wrap up about midnight-thirty, despite the desire to hang out...some joking around about moving it back to her place, but of course, I'm a gentleman. Hey, stop laughing. Bottomline, it was the best date I've had since I've been single again. We both have crazy weeks, but she offered to come over next weekend and help me hang pictures. Hang pictures....heh.
posted by sethro at 5:24:00 PM
2 Comments:
what is "hang pictures" a euphemism?
I can't believe it! I just moved into a new place and one of my neighbors (who is fron TN) came and helped me hang pictures. I had no idea the payment was sleeping with him. Had I but known that, I would never have accepted his help, but until I read your blog, I thought he was just delusional.
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