Welcome to the kindness of friends/family. So I was hanging out with my sister and a friend of hers, who has a friend in the area and suggested that I should let this friend take me out. So what the hell. I’m very clearly not in a committed relationship – I just happen to be a total wreck post-husband-moving-out – why not go out on a date?
(Have I mentioned that I really didn’t want to be divorced? Not like the hubby seems to be giving me an option either way. He says it’s too hard, too much to give up. Not that I want the husband back on the terms that we were living under, and the fact that he doesn’t call really tells me everything that I need to know, but as a disclaimer, I didn’t want this. I never wanted this.)
So sister gives my number to friend, friend gives my number to friend and I just got a phone call. We have established the following: both employed in similar professions. Both own a home. Both like dogs.
But dudes are weird. So he tells me he likes to talk, he’s big on conversation and he’s sure I’ve got lots to say. Actually, not so much. There isn’t much in my life that I want to talk about, because the stuff that I have to say ends up being a huge wallow, and I’m sick of my own complaints. So I’d rather listen to someone else. He laughs and tells me that its his experience that girls like talking about girl stuff and they just aren’t interested in listening to dude stuff.
Not that there is anything wrong with this, but it seems like he had the whole thing planned out: phone call to last exactly 15 minutes, must mention running yesterday with shirt off, must make plan for getting together next week.
It occurs to me that this could be a huge fucking disaster. Or already is.