Exhausted

It's been a long weekend.  I'm sore, I'm tired.

This was the first tournament that I'd ever participated in as a player, rather than a coach.  Bookended between Thursday and Sunday league games were a game Friday and two on Saturday.  As I sat on the bench just before the start of the fifth game, it was all I could do to fight the urge to just lay down.

Still, I survived it, and had fun with most of it.

The time for the Saturday games were changed Friday night, so I had to quickly reschedule my date on Saturday.  Fortunately she was accomodating.

We met at a vegetarian coffee house in her neighbourhood at my suggestion.  There I discovered that she's a skinny blue-eyed red-haired 40 year old semi-vegetarian with two kids, and works in that junction between the government and the arts.  The conversation went well, and we chatted about everything from books to kids.  Both of us had minor tells of nervous, but we never stalled.

I decided partway through that although I wasn't feeling a "pow!" of attraction, that she was nonetheless attractive and the type of person I would like to get to know better.  I sent her a note in the evening and asked about setting up a second date, the first time I'd been interested in one in recent memory.  She replied that we should get in touch again once she returned to town from her business trip, and that seemed like positive enough feedback to me.

As planned, I pulled my online dating profile.  I only hope my reason for doing so is hopefulness about the second date rather than my recent feelings of hopelessness.  Sometimes one lies to oneself, after all.