Well, there is no story, nothing to tell. The batting cages weren't open. I got there at 7:00pm, right as scheduled. The team captain, Mike, was standing by his car, talking on his cell phone, trying to get in touch with whoever else said they were coming. He didn't have my cell number so he had left me a message at home. I had to laugh but I wasn't annoyed at all--how unlike me!--even though it was a major haul to get there. I was in such a good mood, looking forward to the practice, reading my book on the metro, thinking about writing, that even the plans going awry didn't bring me down.
Mike took me back to the metro--he was waiting for me just for this reason. We ended up stopping for a bite to eat. Now, dear readers, don't get too excited. Mike is married and his wife is on the team. This was not a romantic night out but it was fun. I honestly can't say if I would be interested in Mike if he were single, because I've always known he was married and for me that switches the attraction knob to the "off" position. We had a good time chatting and dishing on all the other members of the team. I am clearly one of the more normal people, not the worst player, and I think it may be a good, social season.
I can't believe I spent the evening having dinner with a married guy at a crappy chain restaurant, still had a nice time and didn't feel bad about not seeing softball guy. What's going on with me? Why all this unaccountable happiness? Wherefore so much *gasp* maturity?
It may have something to do with the thought I had the other day: I am done futzing around with guys that don't know how to act right or treat me well. I'm done spending a lot of time waiting for things to "work out." I'm done being really upset and taking a lot of time to get over things. I'm done worrying about what things "mean" or what he "thinks." I'm done not being ready for a "real" relationship. I declare myself ready. And, in the meantime, let the living of my life continue...
So, you see, I'm ready. But I'm not impatient. I'm having a great time. If some great guy comes along, I'm here, I'm open, I'm prepared to engage. And if he doesn't? I'm here, I'm engaged and life is good. It really is.
And in the midst of all this surprising good humor, I appear to have hooked another one. That is to say, I got an email yesterday from a Jdate guy who I must have written to back in March, in my last little flurry of Jdate activity before signing off for (what looks to be) good. He wrote, "Thanks for writing, glad to see there are other folks out there, anyway, if you're up for chatting, give me a call." To figure out how to respond, I consulted the internet dating guidelines and sent him the following message:
Well, I have to say I'm a little surprised to hear from you, but thanks for writing. Since turnabout is fair play, here's my number: xxx.xxxx. Do give me a ring if you feel like it.
Hope you are enjoying this lovely spring day...I'm very excited about baseball!
Well, I am excited about baseball! I'm not so excited about Mr. Tardy Redux.
Should I ramble down to RFK tonight and see if I can scrounge a ticket for the sold-out home opener? I may just wander down there to soak up some of the atmosphere. Spring, sun, baseball, what more could I ask for?
Grateful for: being ready for anything.