Two Dates and a Sleepover.. oh my!

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And what is a girl to do? The Getaway Man is pretty terrific within his range.. what was that song about the guy who left his bag stuffed behind the couch.. Gentle on My Mind!.. ah yes, and  "it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line.. that keeps you ever gentle on my mind". This may well sum up MY feelings about the whole affair.. I have reached the point where it is my freedom that matters.. and Baby, I like it! I am also getting pretty good at not taking this stuff personally.. The sleepover is good. And I am thinking the Getaway Man likes it this way too - no fuss, no muss, like friends with benefits.


In the meantime, I am also still exploring options... lunch dates, dinner dates, future dates, and a bike ride.. (as in motorcycle)! Where to begin... (at the beginning is always the best place)... So.. here goes...

Saturday morning phone call.. "rainy out, but what the heck, let's meet for lunch", he says. His name, aptly enough is "Sunny".. as in sunny days. Seems like a "Sun" might be good for the day, so I am off.. shower, clothing, shoes - all the usual stuff, including that aromatic lotion I like so much. I hit the mall first because I have to exchange something and it is, after all, on the way. And now I am early.. not necessarily a bad thing because I can see him coming and decide if my name is really what he thinks it is (a tad bit devious here). We meet, he's not looking too bad, but me thinks he might be a bit shorter than he proclaimed... he orders a salad. I order a wrap. He is wearing wood beads.. around his neck and his wrists, along with a tree of life ring on one hand.. and a wood ring with a flag design on the other RING finger! Hmmm.. what does this mean? I am amused, but a bit concerned as well. I am in my usual jewelry attire which includes some precious metals and minerals. Not a wood bead kind of gal, you know..

Within minutes, we are discussing Buddha and Karma and all things spiritual. I am thinking about how greater powers respect the covenant I made years ago: I stay out of places of worship and no one has to die in the Apocalypse! What now, Batman (Interrobang, please!)!? Don't get me wrong.. he is a nice man.. respectful, polite, and seems in possession of a sense of humor or irony or something equally enjoyable. I have sneaking suspicion my sarcasm (and I am good at it) is lost on him, but hey.. the dating sites say I need to expand my horizons and not be turned off by the little things.. after all, is this a deal breaker for me? Hmmmm... maybe not.. but..that height thing might be... I am, after all, a rather shallow female and I like my men a tad taller than me.


Lunch progresses, we order non-alcoholic beverages and spend more time sitting and talking than either of us might have if the weather had actually been sunny. Oh, and when we stand up to leave.. he is absolutely NOT 5'9"! He is shorter than me and I am in flats.. this is not good..


Moving on.... 
Saturday night, and I text the elusive bachelor number 2. He has shown some interest for the past few months, but life always seems to get in the way. As it turns out, I am going to be in town.. and a bit closer to his humble abode so I suggest we meet. Stormy weather keeps him from the destination I had in mind, but I'm ok.. having a good time, dinner, drinks, kinship. Life is, after all what you make it. But Sunday arrives and he sends a missive suggesting we meet for drinks! I am ready. He is cute. He is also a bit geeky, like me.. hmmmm... we meet.. drinks.. a walk... dinner (be still my heart, he likes sushi!).. and then ( take a breath here) his place.. and no, not for that.. dare I say Damn?! Wine on the deck, birds on the water, good conversation.. no wood beads, no rings on fingers, he gets my sarcasm, loves talking tech stuff, and is TALL!! I can wear boots with this guy and those, you know know, those ... heels.. . Baby I like It!  - shallow gal that I am.. 


Oh yea.. the motorcycle guy is on hold.. vroom vroom!




~A. Tan Gledmess