Monday, June 28, 2010
"Sorry, that's my lung on your plate."
So, I owe you an update. I realize that I'm four days past due at this point, so I hope you'll forgive me. I haven't noticed any Girl Scouts outside of my local Wal-mart in hot pursuit of funds for a computer, but I digress.
We had a lot in common, he complimented my dress, we knew some mutual folks associated with my local alma mater, and there were very few awkward pauses (one of my biggest fears, second only to jugular vein attacks by moths). But, it was crazy quick. About halfway into the "date," I got a slight inclination that he was laying the foundation for a quick getaway. I may certainly have misread this casual reference to something he needed to get done...right now...but it was odd to me that my drive to the restaurant was actually about twice as long as the time I actually sat across from him. Hmm...now that I think of it, it also might have been due to the presence of my lung next to his plate full of tacos. I'd imagine that's usually a date-ender.
I'd also like to introduce you to Mr. Baggage, a ridiculously cute local Singleton, also from Match, who shares an almost insane love of my favorite baseball team. The texting marathon (thank you, Lord, that I was smart enough to switch to unlimited!) began yesterday and in a very short time, I learned a lot about Mr. Baggage. And by "a lot about him," I mean his previous relationship. I consider the sharing of emotional baggage at the onset of a new friendship/relationship/whatever to be a pretty big red flag, but never saw one quite this large. I'm talking football-field size. Mr. Baggage's fiance of six months (and girlfriend of four years) recently left him. Recently as in Memorial Day. Less than a month ago. He lamented his empty apartment, added expense, how she'd just walked out, disappeared without explanation and his desire to literally skip town, all within the first ten texts. But, added that he'd like to meet me. He continued sharing his story with me multiple times through the course of the day. And that he'd like to meet me.