Sign of the times
I have a dinner date with Another New Guy tomorrow night. I could not have been more surprised when he asked me out. I did not see it coming at all because I really don’t know him at all. Which is why I have to wonder if it’s a sign — a sign that it’s time to give up on a hopeless situation.
I am not the kind of girl who gets asked out often. In fact, I very rarely get asked out. Before the New Guy asked me out in February, I had not been on a “real” date in two years (maybe three, actually — it’s been so long I honestly can’t remember). Confessing this brings to light my status as a loser, but there is a point. The point is, I am a girl who is almost always invisible to sober men and men under 65 years old. Yet in the last 5 weeks I have been asked out by two different men. Hmmmm. I think God is trying to tell me there are lots of other men in the world besides the Heartbreaker and to get away from him.
The last date didn’t go anywhere, and this one might not go anywhere, either, but at least they are a nice reminder that there are men in the world who have enough respect for me to want to spend at least a couple of hours with me in public and who want to invest some time in getting to know me.
Or, maybe it’s not a sign at all. What in hell do I know?
