Well, I’m sure you’ve been hanging in suspense. [insert standard sarcasm]

Well, I’m sure you’ve been hanging in suspense. [insert standard sarcasm]

I’m glad to report that this was a normal, not-creepy, enjoyable dinner. 

The guy is really funny and nice, and I sorta feel bad for being kinda mean in yesterday’s post. 

So he came out with his deal.  His story was that he met his wife when he was 24, they grew apart, tried to work through it, did counseling and the works, and basically just decided instead of drawing out and staying together for the 3 kids, they decided to “be adults about it” and go their separate ways amicably.  Apparently there is no ill-will, etc. it just is.  He moved out in June and the process is on it’s way.

There you have it. 

It makes me sad for that family and for those babies that grow up and wonder why one of their parents could possibly have made a decision to be away from them.  w/ the divorce rate what it is, I know there are and we are the product of a lot of this, and that there are lots of “well-adjusted” kids…it just is sad to me.

And I can’t really understand this whole thing because I’ve never been married, but the older that I get, I realize that everyone has their own truth.  It just is what it is.  (and I hate that saying) 

No less, I’m really glad I went to dinner.  We had a great time and my 9:30pm curfew that I told my roommate was not quite exact.  I think we left the restaurant at 10:45p almost closing it down after a bottle of wine, pizza shared cheese/prosciutto tray and of course a brownie sundae.  He drove me home and there you have it. 

It was Not awkward, not weird.  I know, I realize this is a shocker for me. 

…

So I get in this morning, and as I told my roommate.  He is looking to move jobs and is looking all over, so I don’t really think there is anything.  Not only could he be moving, but you know, there is still his other stuff to finish up.  So I was like, great, I don’t feel any pressure to have to be/do something else or get into something. And you know what, maybe I gave off enough of the commitment-phobe vibe that it’s just done. 

This morning I messaged him to say “it was fun. Thanks” 

More or less he said he wanted to take me out on a “date” as I made it clear this was not a date last night because I don’t date married dudes.  It was followed quickly by if you don’t want to, that’s fine, no hard feelings. 

Glad this was all over instant messenger. 

But again, with the truth, I was just like, sorry I don’t know what to say. 

Because I don’t.  he admits he has baggage… (and we all know much to my fortune/dismay depending on how you look at it, I’m carry-on only!).  I commented that wow, he gave me a really easy out.  He said no need for an answer right away.

And that is where that will sit.

I would hang out with him again.  I would go do stuff with him, but I don’t really want to “date” him per say. 

Also, how do you say…well, I couldn’t figure out how to say it, so I didn’t.  but como se dice…I think there is some lower hanging fruit you’d be better to go after.  I’m really high in the tree, and I don’t know that you’re prepared.  b/c God knows if I were you in your situation, I would be going nutso out on the town. 

Okay going to lunch . more thoughts to come.