Monday, March 07, 2005
Just say no
You may recall that I had a tentative coffee date scheduled for Sunday afternoon. It didn’t happen. This date was to be with Mr. Modern Orthodox (who, as far as I can tell, is just plain orthodox). MO called me Sunday morning and told me how busy he was. I’d previously explained to him that I wasn’t free until after 1pm on Sunday. I explained again. He said to just call him when I was free. See, I don’t get this—either make a plan or don’t. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Just hang around and wait for him to show up wherever I happened to be? I’m usually not driving, so after I leave the house, I don’t like to go back home until the end of the day (my house is never on the way). I did call him, though, after book group wrapped up, because I said I would. He started to tell me he was still busy with his daughter…could be home (his home) in 40 minutes…blah, blah, blah. Really, what was he thinking? I didn’t meet him. He suggested doing something during the week. I said yes. Nothing was specified. If he calls me and can manage to make a plan, then maybe I’ll see him. Right now, it seems very unlikely. If you are busy with your family, just say so! It’s the best excuse in the world. But all this wishy-washiness—I just don’t have patience for it. Funny thing is, the only nights I’m free this week are Wednesday and Friday. But, you know, MO can’t go out on Friday because it’s Shabbat (Sabbath, Shabbos). No fun permitted on Shabbat. I’ll be doing something fun though, I promise. Random thought inspired by WB (who I’m pretty sure I won’t hear from again). Why did he find me so puzzling? He said that I said things that he wasn’t used to hearing and he didn’t know what to make of it. What did I say? Just lots and lots of honest things. True things about my life, my dating habits and my foibles. I just overwhelmed him with too much truth. Hmm…he can’t handle the truth? Hee. Grateful for: always being able to make myself laugh.