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Is this guy a snake or just a guy who is honest about women, and makes no promises? I love the idea of experiencing a reversal of night and day. None of these negative feelings change the situation that brought me here though. Had he been working hard, or was that just an excuse? Also I’m pretty lucky that I can run stuff like this by Miss Single Mama)So. Since the above incident, I’ve attempted to retain some tiny shred of my dignity by not mentioning this to Wild Animal Man ever, EVER again. Single Mama and the one with Wild Animal Man, were basically simultaneous. On the positive side, my little gaff may have accidentally shown a little of the truth, which is that I think this guy’s the bee’s knees! If you’re like I was and a little scared to try out dating, know that it can be fun!
It’s been a rough political season and this could be an easy way to find out whether he’s got ANY potential or not. At least it gave me a funny excuse to text The Centaur a few days later, and a good conversation starter and bonding point to talk about what a disaster that date had been. Then there’s the night where I was hanging out with a guy that I’d pegged as quite confident, cool, and cute. It’s early summer and we have tons of plans with family for the Fourth of July.
Much of our lives are kept sealed away like nuclear waste. I made sure I was on my game, beauty-wise, as I usually try to do. I just wanted to maybe just to give him a wink, a knowing glance to let him know ‘I see you. It would have been a human and decent thing for him to do to give a hello. Also, does it mean something if a man I’ve been casually dating lately with wants to watch the once-in-a-lifetime in our region solar eclipse with me? I’m not sure I’m cool with the conclusions he might draw if I took him up on his invitation–might infringe on my single self. It’s time for another round of dating horror stories: I am getting over being sick and only out with this dude due to boredom. When a guy launches into a speech on the first date “I’m almost too nice. My decision-making skills are weakened from years of letting my spouse take the lead. In addition, I worry that every plan I come up with will be inadequate. And up until recently, family was always the three of us; Tim, his dad, and me.
I live in the same neighborhood with Adonis, and considered ahead of time that it happen that we’d run into each other. In my opinion, it is not nice to ignore people if they’re an object of your affections. He’s at the same school he started at when he was three, and it’s crazy to see how all the kids have changed in what feels like literally a FEW years to me. At a time like this, I would have enjoyed sharing the fun of seeing the cousins together with Tim’s Dad.
Back at his apartment, there was just enough red wine and good lighting. He played guitar; he sang songs I didn’t know, too, with gusto.
I hopped out, full of adrenaline and blissed out and started dancing.
He asked if he could take Tim for a birthday dinner on his actual birthday. I don’t need an overgrown child hanging around, thank you! I got excited, it seems we had something in common! But, as I pressed, I realized he was avoiding answering my questions about it his family life. This dude had NO business talking to me until he sorted this stuff out with his wife. Wishing you better dates, Molly Undercover Nicknames, that is. He is very tall, with broad shoulders and sinewy limbs. When we are not together, we don’t talk or text much (I have my friends for that! Just the present moment, which is, for me and for now, perfect. The afternoon of the planned date, he texted to say that he really felt like flying in his meticulously restored vintage plane, and would I like to join? I trusted he’d keep us alive, and if we did crash and die, at least I’d be having an amazing time with a hot guy in the process. I called just before we were to meet, to ask if there were any clothing requirements for flying. As he nerded out over the aged Cessna, I could sense his relationship with it. And he has other lovely qualities: he’s fetching, he’s passionate for life, and he’s great with his dog. A little background on how my nicknames for him evolved: ‘The Centaur’ was coined by a mutual friend one night, after this undomesticated man-person had stomped around at a party in only cowboy boots and sparkly spandex. He’s not looking for anything committed or serious. Plus, he’d been a legitimate pilot for twenty years. First, he performed what appeared to be a quite serious safety inspection of the very sexy airplane he’d restored to mint condition over a decade with his dad and best friends. But one day we chanced to be at a show together and I met a bunch of his friends. His head was back, and he was half-grinning and looking at me as if he’d never seen me before in his life. The rest of the scene faded out and I was visually, olfactorily and physically fixated on his undomesticated presence. We chatted about the possibility of our death by airplane crash over sparkling water. He snapped about a hundred pictures of me on my phone with the airplane against an orange-pink sky. I now have the souvenirs of this experience, great photos that he later that evening, spent some time cropping and filtering to just how he liked them. Our casual arrangement was not the type of thing that progresses to a more serious relationship. He was gazing at me with a goofy look on his usually distant face. “Even if someone beautiful wasn’t about to come over I’d [want to look good]. His artwork, books, musical instruments, and antique furniture filled the high-ceilinged rooms. If that conversation had been the whole date, it would have been a dream in itself! We rolled her out to the open field beside the runway.