The Date's Ex, Who Liked Sex...

So, date number two. I was able to sleep in on the morning of the date, but unfortunately woke up feeling like I had swallowed a packet of lady glide razors. See, this is why I wax! I battled through – in denial that I might be getting sick. I really did not want to cancel this date.

By lunchtime – I had sculled so much Lemsip that I was sure that I could ignore the aching glands, the increasing headache – I was NOT getting sick. Lemsip and Nurofen are my friends. I was determined to go on this date, even if my husky voice was sounding more and more like a man. Hey, some guys like it. While I was planning what to wear, Mr Date called – sick with flu! Instant thought - here it comes, he’s going to cancel! No, instead, just a change of plans. Dvd’s and pizza at my place – a “pity” party! Joy! I hadn’t struck out!

So, 6.30pm promptly, he turns up with pizza, tissues, more Lemsip (awww), wine and dvd’s. Ten points for effort, but Lemsip and wine, probably not one of the best mixtures. Bedtime Stories (the funny one with Adam Sandler) – good choice; Knocked Up (another good choice); and The Sex & The City Movie! My eyebrow rose slightly at this particular choice, as it seemed to be a quite a strange choice for a man. I wasn’t going to say anything, but he noticed the eyebrow raise, and simply said... “Oh, my ex LOVED that movie – a really good chick flick! Pizza?”

Um, okkkaaayyy..... At least the quick notion that he might have been gay was cleared up.

So, I love SATC (the movie)– one of my favourite movies...I not only own it on dvd, but I own the whole damn box set of the tv series- did I really need to know that his ex loved it as well. Many of my exes liked pizza, but I don’t go blurting that out on the second effing date. How on earth was I expected to sit through that movie with him and NOT feel as though his ex was sitting right next to us! I had no intention of doing any such thing. Strike one...

So, we sat and ate pizza and started watching Bedtime Stories... and we “snuggled” up on the couch. Snuggling on the second date... a good sign, but I was hoping to be doing a lot more than snuggling before we got to the Knocked Up dvd... .

By 9pm however, I knew that there would be nothing more than snuggling going on... He was out cold and snoring. Sure, it may have been because he was a bit fluey, or it could have been the wine, but hey –a little bit of effort to at least stay awake might have been appreciated! I wasn’t feeling the best either, but at least I managed to not to pass out to the land of freaking NOD! (Half a strike)...

What was I to do? I tried to wake him, but couldn’t... He was most certainly out for the count. I grabbed a spare doona threw it over him, and went to bed, all by myself! Yup, that’s how the second date went.

Were my expectations too high? Did I bore him into a coma? Should I be glad that he didn’t drop dead?

He did stay the entire night though – and did not leave until around 7am this morning. I do enjoy his company - and if he does call, I will definately see him again. I just hope, that I'm not some sorta rebound girl for him --- I mean, seriously - how hung up on his ex must he be to have mentioned her on our second date?

Laying It On The Line

So, here I sit – 31 years old – on the downward spiral to 32 in a few months — and about to embark on the treacherous path of dating again. Am I insane! I might be a few years older, but hardly any the wiser…

A girl is supposed to have fun – and eventually settle down & have kids right?. It’s supposedly natural. I think that I missed out on that gene, or spent far too much time having “fun” in my twenties that I’ve just worn myself out… But, now that I am finally realising that I am not getting any younger, and as much as I absolutely LOVE my life and my independence – it might be time to realise that perhaps, I don’t want to be alone forever…

Don’t get me wrong – that internal biological clock certainly isn’t ticking loudly in my head. I’m not the most maternal person in the world – give me something furry & fluffy that doesn’t poop its pants and throw up all over your brand new jacket please. Actually, I couldn’t think of a worse person to give a child too. They scare the heck outta me – that’s honestly for you!

I’m not panicking. I may be single and childless at 31 but I am not sweating it as much as some “concerned” people around me. I cringe at that pitying look that people generally give you when you answer their “so, are you married?… how many children?… questions, with” no, still single – but happy”.. What’s with that? Even people who say that they are divorced don’t get that pitying look! It’s almost like some of these people think that there is something “wrong” with me. Is there?

So, at 31 – what are my dating options? Meeting by chance, blind dates, speed dating, internet dating – my head is spinning just thinking about it! What do people do these days. Pubs? Clubs? Yoga? Someone please help me here.

Am I really willing to put myself through all the agony of dating again? The disasters, bad sex and let downs… Can’t I just order a date like I would a coffee?

So, anyway, after building myself up to get back out there & find my so called Prince Charming – out of the blue, I was asked to dinner by a rep that was visiting work. Handsome, charming, sweet, and very manly – and he smells very good, so good… Nervous as hell, I went to dinner with him last night– unsure as to what the expectations are these days, and what the rules are…. Two pink cocktails, a lovely dinner and a kiss (a very nice and a very kiss) goodnight, and it looks like I’m seeing him again on Saturday night! Success! I was a good girl and resisted dragging him inside and jumping his bones! I have known him, but rarely deal with him in a professional sense for about eighteen months, maybe even two years.

Oh geez, the kiss! It’s been a while – I was a little scared that I might have forgotten how to do it! It was nice – and I could have snogged him like a school girl all night! But, he had to work today – and up until 6.30am this morning – I wasn’t sure if I had to work or if I could take my long weekend… (another long story)…

Starting out with dating again, does raise some questions – questions I’m not sure that I can answer. What type of relationship do I want? I supposed it’s going to be like finding the perfect pair of shoes! You’re going to go through so many – suffering blisters, broken heels, squished toes, until you find a pair that fit you “just right”. I know I’m going to have to suffer a bit before I find that perfect fit! But in the mean time – I’m certainly going to focus on having some “fun” (insert cheeky wink & smile here)…