Double Dip

Time with the Colonel
I met him at the coffee shop. I noticed him in the window from across the street and he noticed me too. He was really attractive to me. Finally! Even if it went completely wrong, at least there was one date I was attracted to!

He stood up and we hugged. He brought his Netflix video for me to watch. I like that he brought me a gift of sorts.

We talked. It was good. I was nervous though. Then we talked about his trip to Europe. I asked him what time his brother was arriving. He looked away and awkwardly paused. I knew something was up. I felt it.

He said that his brother was coming, but so was someone else a friend of his from his last station. A woman. I have male friends and am not threatened by the presence of another woman, and, hey, I don't have any claims on this guy, so...

He goes on to talk about how this woman is so incredible and how they have been friends for awhile. She has had a hard life and he has been a freind to her. And then he said it, "Not like I didn't want to be more."

Red flag.

So I let him talk, quietly asking him about the trip, etc. and lauding his assistance in her life. He seems to be a good samaritan in general (something I greatly admire) as the homeless people in the area thanked him personally on our walk to the metro afterwards.

He went on and on and you know, it became clear to me that he was still in love with her. I can see love in men. It's a beautiful and vulnerable thing and in this case, a sad thing.

I should have asked him why he was out on EH. Or why, at 39 years old he was chasing a woman who had told him no.

But it didn't occur to me to do so.

I just enjoyed my moment with him and got on the train to go home.

I was truly saddened and a little angry because I had made myself open to the experience of meeting someone who was clearly unavailable. But then I realized that I had gained something important from our brief experience. I had experienced being truly attracted to someone else--not just physically but mentally and philosophically as well.

He said that he would call me after he returned from his trip. I don't think he will. And I am not sure in this moment that I would want him to.

Tiny Dancer

I went onto date #2 of the day. I didn't have a lot of hope for this one, but was glad of the chance to hang out with someone else so as not to succumb to the pit of potential melancholy about the Colonel.

TD was not a good match.

The poor man had jittery hands and kind of a lilt to his walk. I couldn't imagine him dancing. Perhaps he takes on another persona a la Shall We Dance (the Japanese version please).

We had a great conversation about theoretical math and his work which seems to entail reverse engineering various types of sounds waves. We would have hung out as children since he was a Rubik's cube master and I have always had a soft spot for the nerdiest among us :) No doubt it is some reflection of self. :)

He did have some significant pauses in our conversation which I finally queried about. Turns out he was trying to figure out what Emmegram (sp?) personality type I was. I don't like that. AND if you are going to do it, please be more subtle. It made me feel like this whole personality type thing was some kind of line.

We left and I walked him to his car (I walked, he drove). And yep, you guessed it, a little sports car. this would have been insignificant except that he specifically mentioned that he drove his sports car today (as opposed to his SUV) because it was so nice out and he could put the top down. There is nothing good about a 30-something mathematician with jittery limbs trying to express his midlife crisis via his automotive transport.

He said that it was "thrilling" to meet me. I said goodbye politely and got lost walking home.

Yep.

But it was a beautiful day and overall, a good one.

Yours,
Boy!Blogette