I woke up this morning feeling hung over. I don't get hungover. Even if I did, I only had one beer last night, many, many hours before bedtime. Maybe I'm coming down with something. Maybe it was lack of sleep.
Generally, I'm a champion sleeper. Head hits the pillow and ten minutes (or less) later, I'm asleep. Unfortunately, when I stay up late, I still wake up around 7am, so I can be sleep deprived. More rarely, I can't fall asleep, but that's usually due to travel the next day. Sometimes I have restless nights where I don't sleep well and I wake up in the middle of the night, usually to fall back asleep.
For the last couple of weeks, I've been having a lot of those restless nights. Altogether, I'm not feeling quite myself, though, technically, I'm getting enough (or near enough) sleep.
My plan this morning was to go to yoga at 9am. I was awake in time, but I felt crummy. I was starving and I wanted waffles. I weighed my options and the scales firmly came down on the side of waffles. There is a neighborhood place that makes very good waffles (but everything else needs about 5-10 minutes longer on the grill).
Before I left to get the waffles, I checked the "network interface box" for my landline. I haven't had a dial tone in over a week. It's funny how little it matters. Since I use the cell so much, I didn't notice right away. I do have DSL and it's working fine, so I figure it's an outside the house problem, but they still want you to check this box. I've been putting it off because it's dark and/or rainy when I've had time to check. I checked all four lines and NO ONE has a dial tone. I guess none of use our landlines. I'm going to get to wait around for Verizon to show up next Saturday morning. Fun.
After that, I rode my bike, lazily, to the diner, had my waffle, then rolled slowly back to the coffee shop where I now sit.
You might be wondering, was I up late because of my fantastic Friday night date? Sadly, no.
First, my date called around 5pm to tell me he had a hole in his pants. This was part of the reason our first date was canceled. He said there was something about me that causes his pants to split. I don't know why, but the conversation left a bad taste in my mouth. He also wanted lots of directions to the meeting place--dude, please, use the internet! He suggested that I direct him there when he got closer. Yikes.
We were supposed to meet at 8pm, but he called at 7:30 to say he was running late. Luckily, I'd gone home after work instead of wandering and arriving at the place at 8pm. I told him, "I'm sticking at home until I hear from you."
He called around 8:30, just as I was wondering if he was going to stand me up. Honestly, I would have been about 3/4 relieved--with the remainder insulted. What can you do?
I went to meet him via bike. It was a deliberate move, designed to ward off a ride home. I know, I know.
So, what went wrong? The guy was good looking, personable and a super nerd. At one point he said, "I just didn't grok the God thing." Oh my. (If you don't grok "grok" you need to read some Heinlein.) Then it came out that he was a regular church goer and that I'm Jewish. I don't know if that was a problem or not.
We sat and ate and talked for about two hours. We settled up (he paid because he canceled our previous date, I happily accepted) and he said, "I need to walk around." But as soon as we hit the sidewalk he said, "My car is over this way. Where are you?"
"I'm over there…" I indicated the opposite direction.
He said, "Ok, it was good to finally meet!" He gave me the full hug and walked to his car.
That was that. So, what? Am I disappointed that a guy I didn't want to spend any more time with didn't want to spend any more time with me? Am I that vain? No, not really, just surprised. But there was no connection; no need to prolong things. He sure talked a lot, didn't let me finish my stories…I'm sure he was nervous. And I got quiet. I think if I get quiet on a date it is not a good sign.
Sometimes I meet someone and I'd like to give the guy a chance even though there isn't instant chemistry because I have a good time. And then there are guys like last night's date where I'm sure I never want to see the guy again. Even though there is not one single thing wrong with him. I don't even want to be friends. Oh dear. I feel bad about that.
I don't regret the date in the least, though. I wanted to meet him and now I have.
Grateful for: waffles.
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