The date with dark-haired girl Saturday night went well. My boys were at their mother's overnight, so I was able to not have to worry about a curfew. I watched and/or helped her pack for her trip, then took a tour of her apartment. Although the situation has been hard for me to read on previous dates, or perhaps I just worry unnecessarily... ok, it's both... the evening cemented the fact that she is interested in me. I drove her to the airport the next day, and wished her a good trip despite also internally wishing she had had more time here between international flights.
She had said on an earlier date, that in her culture once you go on a date, you're going steady, you're exclusive. I have withdrawn all of my online dating entries.
With that thought in mind...
the prof is still overseas, and e-mailing me every couple of days, many messages sealed with a kiss. I revealed that I had been asked out on a date, and reluctantly accepted, only to show up unmatched due to a poorly defined start time. She offered her condolences, and said that she felt hurt, worried that this meant we could no longer get together.
I tried to find a gentle way to say that that was probably true. Friendship an option, but writhing nakedness is no longer on the table. I have other commitments now.
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