I did something yesterday that I said I'd never do - I called a man for a date. That in itself isn't so terribly out of character for me, for I often do impulsive things and regret them later, but I actually was disappointed he didn't even call back. So, on my first try, I strike out.
I am actually beginning to question my "date-ability" mainly because of friends who are trying to "fix me up" and the candidates to whom they are introducing me. One friend called and said she had 3 "possibilities" for me but she had a few questions first -
1. Did he have to have teeth? When I said "YES!!!", she said "Oh well. That eliminates one."
2. Did he have to speak English? I again said, "YES!!!" Elimination #2, and
3. Does ethnicity matter? That was a no.
So, I guess some time next week I am to meet this person for whom she thinks I would enjoy "dating".
I don't usually call what I do dating, for to me that implies interest in something more, possibly leading to marriage. And, I am really NOT searching for a spouse, so I usually say I just have an "appointment" with someone. Terminology matters to me, at this point.
All of this recent interest in the opposite sex has led me to "jump to some interesting" questions and conclusions:
Am I dateable?
What "personna" do I project?
What DO I want other people to know about me?
And, will I call someone again?
Who knows.
I suspect my husband is standing somewhere watching me and having a great laugh out of all this. That would be just like him.
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