I almost titled this "How to Score a Boy," but I decided that it sounded a little dirty. And that isn't exactly the tone that I was going for.
I have come to the conclusion that men are like leprechauns. They are sneaky, quick, and cunning, and just when you think that they are going to lead you to a pot of gold, they take off again. Bastards. It's no secret that I don't really date that much. I have tried and failed at the online dating thing. I have decided that I am absolutely not going to find Prince Charming on a website. I keep hoping to bump into him in line at the grocery store, or maybe he will rescue me when I find myself stranded with a flat tire somewhere, etc etc. This is the reason that I never leave my house without makeup. Who knows when he will pop up.
Enter Hot Bank Man. Oh yeah. He's a cutie. I have known this guy for about three years, going back to when I worked in Greensboro. He worked at the bank branch that my company used. We didn't really talk very much way back when, mostly because he was so adorable that I instantly developed a massive stuttering problem when he was within five feet of me. Therefore, I avoided him. Smooth, I know. Imagine my surprise when, after starting my not-so-new-now job, I ran into him again. Fast forward to a couple of months ago when I got past my stuttering problem and actually spoke to him. I used my words, and it wasn't a complete disaster! Now, going to the bank is the highlight of my day. He waves to me from his little office, and I get really giddy and wave back while somehow managing to contain my giggling until I get back into my car. When did I morph from a 30 year old woman into a 14 year old girl? Shit, I'm digressing.
Yesterday, Hot Bank Man was all decked out in a suit. Oh boy, he was looking mighty dapper if I may say so. I even managed to comment on it to him while we were there, but for whatever reason, I developed the nerve to reiterate how fine he looked via a short and sweet email that may or may not have started with the word "wow!" (He gave me his business card a while back, so I ripped his email address from that.) I couldn't believe it when he emailed me back a "thank you!" and his phone number. Oh yeah, girlfriend's got game. Needless to say, I thought long and hard about when to text him (as he said that I should). I dare not do it before 5pm while he was still at work, as that would seem desperate. I had to wait until at least 7:00, but then I had to do it at a random time (i.e. 7:12pm) instead of 7:00 on the dot, because otherwise, it would seem too planned. Gosh, has dating always been this hard?
Long story short, we talked back and forth for awhile (okay...hours....), and we have a date this weekend. Oh my. I haven't been on one of those in (oh gosh....was it last year sometime?!) awhile. Here's hoping that I remember how to act in public.
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