Sometimes I come close. I do like a good jigsaw puzzle. I
even have one with cats.
But despite the string of bad and boring first (and last)
dates, that schoolgirl rush of anticipation still surfaces on occasion. I have
hope. Not always, of course. Rejections and dead ends do take their toll, even
on someone as foolishly naive as I am at the core. I can wallow with the best
(worst) of them. Let’s just put that all aside again.
I have a date tomorrow. I didn’t want to blog about it.
Maybe that jinxes things. Maybe I’m trivializing these encounters, whittling
them down to one-sided online entries in an effort to fortify Team Woe Is Me.
But writing is my outlet. And I’m so jittery right now I have to let my
thoughts out. (My Scrabble partner is currently offline.)
Hope springs eternal. Thank god the expression has some
truth! I eyed Clive’s profile a couple of weeks ago. He included many photos,
each one revealing a truly handsome man. Parts of his message attracted me as
well. Some of it also came off as Too Much Information, but then I can be too
reserved. I was interested.
Later that evening, he sent a message. Three words. (Not
everyone shares my propensity to ramble.) “Hey there, handsome.” Was he
interested?
I truly hate the online messaging. It is rare that I ever
get any sense of the person behind the pics. Oh, but let me repeat, Clive has
some damn good pics. So ruggedly handsome. Such piercing blue eyes. And what a
lovely name. Please, let him be a good man. Let there finally be mutual
interest.
Yes, I don’t have much more to go on. Each time I receive a
message as we work out the details on where to meet tomorrow, I feel a flutter
of excitement. I curse the fact I still have to wait twenty-four whole hours.
All the eagerness could be zapped away within a split second
of face-to-face contact tomorrow. That’s familiar territory. For now, however,
I shall relish my inner schoolgirl and cling to the possibility that something
good awaits.
It’s a wondrous feeling!
