I am a freaking hypocrite.
I said I didn’t want to date anymore. I meant it. I really did. What am I saying? I still mean it. I do so love my independence and my life right now.
Best intentions have flown out the window. Innocently, though it was. I didn’t intend to get a date out of the interaction. I made a simple comment on Facebook, in response to a comment that resonated with me.
Next thing you know, we’re meeting up to listen to a local live musician we both know.
We’ve known each other for, at least, a year.
We’ve never met face to face…until last Saturday evening.
And, now…we have a “date” for this coming Saturday evening.
A date, he started arranging last Sunday/Monday evening. A date that includes dinner at a very nice Italian restaurant in a nearby trendy town that I just love. A date. Yeah…a date. It is still a date and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
He’s going to pick me up. He’ll foot the tab, I already know this. He’ll drive me home at a reasonable hour and will be the perfect gentleman. Further, he’ll be a wonderfully brilliant and intelligent conversationalist. He’ll ask me out again. I already know how the first part of this is going to go.
I’m scared to death.
I’m not sure I’m ready for this. What’s more, I think he understands that…and well…I have no idea what’s going on here, but I know this: we connect…in a way I don’t think I’ve ever connected with anyone. He “gets” me. If I’m not ready for anything, I think he’ll “get” that too. Plus, he loves his independence too, so he understands that piece of me. This is a great guy. I’ve known this for over a year. And, my wanting to meet him never had any hint of romance intended or considered. I simply wanted to get to know in person, this wonderfully sensitive and creative soul I knew in digital form, and when the opportunity arose, I simply agreed. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But a simple meetup turned into dinner and a night of fantastic blues music. But, since he was the pianist, and since it was only a casual meet up, we both went our separate ways afterward. But..he was sure to ask if he could call, and he’s emailed me every single night, sometimes twice…and not in a needy weird way either.
This is a real human being.
This is an intellient, thoughtful, considerate, and creative individual.
It’s strange how very at easy I feel with him…and yet…because I feel so at ease…I am nervous.
This is going to be very, very interesting.
In the meantime, I’m planning to have a great time this weekend.