The Goldilocks Brief
2:23 a.m. The big projects I was working on have come up to their deadline. Proposals submitted, bids received, offers accepted, contracts signed. Two out of three of the projects were successful, the third, a surprising disappointment in some ways. This third project, was not the most profitable one, so having to go back to the drawing board on this is not a horrible defeat. For me, it means, I get to return home during my evenings. I get to spend time with my kids. I get to live a bit more normal life. Which means, I’m wide awake at 2:23 a.m., for no apparent reason.
Mr. Just Right, from my last post, ended up pushing our meet up for cocktails on Wednesday to dinner and a movie Sunday evening. He showed up, promptly at 5:30 p.m. While he’s wonderful enough on paper, I knew immediately that he wasn’t Mr. Just Right after all. I don’t usually know this right away, but this time, I did. Maybe it was the fact that even though he’s only a few years older than me, he looked as frail and hunched over as my 90-year-old grandma used to look, when she was 90 years old. Not that I judge people entirely on how they look, but let’s face it: when you’re looking for a romantic partner, you have to, at least, be attracted enough to want to get romantic. I knew instantly that this was not going to get romantic. I also knew instantly that this was going to be a very long evening. Fortunately, much of it was going to be a movie, but I had to get through dinner first.
I tend to be a decent conversationalist. I can ask all the right questions, but somehow, I knew, he wasn’t exactly fascinated with me either. (I find this completely surprising, because I’m absolutely amazing.) He began the evening with opening doors for me, and ended the evening by letting me get my own doors. It was a nice enough date. He’s a very nice guy. There’s just no spark, and about 90 minutes into our meet up, we’d basically run out of things to say to each other. This just doesn’t happen with me because I can talk about anything. Yet, it did. I knew, even before the movie started that this wasn’t going to get to first base, let alone, a second date.
Sure enough, after dropping me off at the curb Sunday evening, he did not call or email, until yesterday. He then emailed me to see if we were still on for cocktails after work. Fortunately, I got out of it by claiming I had a dinner meeting thrust on me. This was not entirely untrue. In fact it was completely true. The only thing was, had he actually been Mr. Just Right, I would have countered with an alternate time or day to meet. In this case, I simply said, “I have had a dinner meeting with out-of-town clients assigned to me. Thursday’s not going to work,” and I left it at that. Of course, I apologized and made it sound a bit more diplomatic than that, but not much. I won’t hear from him again, I’m quite certain.
I’m really pretty okay with that.
Posted on May 24, 2013, in Dating, Mama Politico, Relationships, The Future, The World of Work and tagged dating, dating after divorce, finding The One, love, online dating, romance, single moms dating. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.