I don’t know that I want to call Bachelor #4 by the name I gave him when we first met 4 years ago…Steve. Here’s a recap of our first date. At that time he was called Cute Guy with a Dog. The next day we got together for lunch after the movers had me all established in my new midtown condo, and ended up spending the day gallivanting around midtown eating and drinking. And drinking some more. An 8 hour date.
What I just learned from reading this old blog was that April of 2007 wasn’t our first attempt at dating, however. So of course my romantic little self is wondering if the 3rd time’s the charm. Thing is this – I have no idea why we stopped talking after those 2 great dates. I mean, I have theories…most of which involve my very casual way of looking at dating back then and repeatedly telling Steve I had options. Yeah, I wasn’t so slick back then, but I also didn’t care because I had options. Lots of them. It was the first time I’d dated so casually, despite thinking I wanted something serious.
We set our date for tonight at a restaurant in Alpharetta that’s about half-way between us, and I’ve tried to give it little thought since making the date Friday. I was impressed when I got his first email and saw that he not only remembered my name, but how to spell it – big deal to me. And after a few catching up messages I bit the bullet and suggested we meet up for a drink since I’m now closer to him. He responded that we should have a drink, at minimum, and proceeded to set the date.
Surprisingly I’ve been pretty successful about not thinking about it or getting excited about it, as I’ve had a few little distractions in the meantime. Nothing worth writing home about, but Bachelor #3 is still entertaining me a little (we have a date Wednesday) and there have been a couple others I’ve considered. All in all I was semi-excited, but all gushy excited as I can get, since I still wonder a little about what happened last time.
But this morning Steve (I’ll decide tonight if he’ll get a better name) and I were texting and I was reminded how funny he is. And how well we play off each other. Then we both admitted we were excited about tonight and I silently reminded myself about The Sweetness Project. I will be sweet. I will be nice. I will not try to act like I’m uninterested and cold and distant and don’t really care. I’m putting myself out there. And I do very much plan to ask what happened last time, but not from a confrontational standpoint, instead from a curiosity standpoint. Hell, it was 4 years ago. I know I’ve changed a lot since then and I imagine he has as well…hopefully he’s aged like fine wine and not spoiled like that wine Mike and I stole from his mom’s wine cellar.
