Well then, didn't I just go and get ahead of myself yesterday. Thin skinned and reactive much?
Last night Mr. Man and I had a nice little conversation about, well, the state of things. Before I go into this let me preface everything by saying this conversation occured around 11:30 p.m., well after my usual bedtime. He called mainly just to talk about his job search (after being pulled into his supervisor's office Monday only to be told his department was being eliminated in April). I could tell he was holding something back. You know how you get that feeling? That's the feeling I had during the first 15 minutes of chit-chat. Eventually he brought up us. Or the possibility of us. Or something like that. Do I still want to go out? Would I give a date with him a shot? How did I feel about the fact that he was divorced?
That was the big bomb, to him at least. That he had been married before. To him it was something that could potentially cause a problem.
I just kind of laughed when he said that.
"Really, by this stage in the game I half expect most of the guys I meet to either have been engaged or married once before."
"So it's no big deal to you?"
"No. Look, everyone has something in their past. It's o.k. Really."
"I was so afraid I would scare you away by telling you that."
"Oh honey, you're going to have to do a lot worse than that."
So tomorrow we're doing a date, date. Dinner and probably a movie after that. Nothing too fussy. That's not the kind of girl I am. After that, well, we'll see what happens. I'm just worried about getting through that without puking my guts out all over the place.
Onward and upward I guess.