I didn’t realize when I wrote my post about my passion that such a large part of SATC2 would take place in the Middle East. It annoyed me because I suddenly felt like that would probably be viewed as my reason behind the desire to go there. In case that crossed anyone’s mind – we can stop it right there. My desire isn’t to be in these Westernized cities like Abu Dhabi or Dubai. I want to be in the heart of the difficult places for women – Jeddah, for example.
I wasn’t really feeling this whole date, and all day I hoped he’d cancel. I started to feel a little sick as I drove to the theatre to meet him, but later realized it was probably nerves and my craptastic attitude. I just wasn’t feeling it after the conversation the other day.
We started with the movie and, truth be told, I didn’t love it. It was soooo long, kinda boring and I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat the whole time. The theatre was filled with chatty women – I think we counted about 9 dudes total. I still just wasn’t feeling it. I thought most of the clothes they wore were over the top ridiculous, but I always have thought that about SATC. I guess I just can’t relate, but at the same time don’t want to. I dunno…it just wasn’t a great movie in my opinion.
After the movie I would have been content going home, but instead we went to dinner. Since I’d crapped on all his plans he left it to me to pick. My only requirement was a patio, so after much thinking I suggested we just go to the Tavern right there…mostly because it was easy and I’d always had the greatest salad there.
I relaxed after a glass of wine and the conversation got better. We ended up having a pretty decent time, sharing crab cakes and calamari, instead of the salad I’d been craving. But still I was dying to get home. It was loud, hard to have a good conversation, and I was tired. But I pushed through and ended up having a pretty good time with World Traveler.
When I told him I thought I was most like Samantha he laughed out loud. I may not be as bold as she is, but I think I’m that perpetually single woman with a high sex drive. I just didn’t want to tell him all that. He said I seem more like a cross between Charlotte and Carrie. On the way back to our cars we passed a shoe store and I asked him to pick which ones he thought were most my style…he was way wrong. I pointed to the hot pink strappy sandal just as he said “I know you aren’t that one! That’s Samantha!” Point taken. I am Samantha…without the boldness. That’s why I said I was 25% Samantha. Not more.
So yeah, we had a good time. I don’t think he’s totally crazy, but the boundaries have been set. I had a good time and didn’t think about Mr. D at all until I looked at my phone while WT was in the restroom and saw that he’d called. Then he was on my mind.
We didn’t see each other at all this week and I miss him. Mr. D. My sweet, sweet Mr. D. I miss him.
