I actually got asked out on a date recently! Well… Sorta asked out. More of a preliminary asking before actually asking. Kind of like a “I want to go on a date with you… Soon”.
Only he hasn’t set one up yet.
And it’s been basically a week.
On July 3rd, I was off for the observed holiday– so I decided to hit the Eagle For 3-4-1 drinks. It was a gorgeous night, folks were in the patio, and it wasn’t overly crowded.
I saw him early on. Handsome. Around my age. Ginger, but greying. Tight blue t-shirt. And did I say handsome?
We smiled across the bar at each other and our eyes met a few times.
I was in a good mood and bouncing around between multiple groups when finally Mr Blue T-shirt and my paths crossed. He taps me on the shoulder and I turned to find him right there!
“You have gorgeous eyes,” he says.
“You have gorgeous… Everything!” I said suavely back.
Then we sat in a corner of the patio and chatted. His name was Tom– landscape architect. Cool glasses (which I kept stealing and trying on). We laughed and flirted and learned bits about each other. We may have even kissed a bit (and he complimented me on my smooching ability).
We were even visited by a random friend of his who said, “Gosh you two look cute together!”
But then, as dusk approached, he had to leave to get home to his dogs. That’s when he asked me out on a date. I told him I was free that whole weekend– but he already had plans. I was a bit crestfallen, but perked up when he had me type my name and number into his phone.
“I’ll call you for that date– be patient,” he said as we kissed one last time before he departed. It was darn near magical….
<<<<< time passes >>>>>
Well, it’s a week later and no date has been set up. In fact, I haven’t gotten a call of any kind. Or even a blow off text.
Okay, I get it. He’s just not that into you. Been here, done this. Have the sweats, cookie dough, and Bridgette Jones Diary thing down pat now.
But It’s still a bit depressing really. I mean, I still manage to get my hopes up, and bam! My ego is fairly resilient, but jeez-a-Lou, the hits just keep on coming.