Liar Liar Pants on Fire

So I know that it's been forever since I posted...but I've actually been busy. I've been dating!! I know..why did I give that exclamation points? It's not that great...more crazy than anything...and of course, work got super busy.

But I have been doing it and I'll back up and tell you all about them. But in the meantime, I'm trying to come up with a good story as to why I don't want to go out on another date with this guy. He called while I was at yoga and I need to call him back. He's persistent.

Oh I so wish I was still on vacation...yes I took a little vacation last Thursday and came home last night. It was so relaxing. I'm so good at unplugging.

Maybe I reconnected with someone? On my trip???

Back in the Saddle Again...J

Yes kids, I went on a date. Somebody had to break the dry spell. And the first guy that asked me to coffee got to be Mr. J.

Mr. J. What do I say? He was nice. He was polite. He was foreign - a former Communist. And that's about it. There were no sparks. No flirting. No fun conversation. It wasn't bad conversation. There was just none of that special something that made me excited for more.

I wore a cute but casual date outfit to coffee. We spent just over an hour together and then I had to go but I think he was ready to go too. Like end this on a good note.

Will there be a second date? Probably not. I just don't have the time. There are other letters to add to my list.

Oh one thing I have to note: As we were talking he often crossed his arms over his chest, which was fine because I could tell that he was satisfied and fine, but I think any body language expert would say it's definitely a closed-off body expression. It's just a weird thing you notice as you are pretending to listen ( I swear I listen - I can just multi-task).

Happy Valentine's Day?

Sorry I've not been consistently posting, but surprisingly in the last week, I've been super popular on Match.com. I'm trying to stay on top of it. The hour and half commute tonight didn't really help.

Anyway, I have a story from yesterday. Yes, the day before the infamous holiday of love. I don't hate Valentine's Day. I exchange gifts with my parents and send a few Valentines to some of my single girlfriends. Love isn't always romantic.

So I had an appointment to see my dermatologist yesterday. I had run out of a prescription and needed a new one. He wouldn't just call it in to the pharmacy so I had to spend 10 minutes with him and get my little piece of paper.

So as he finished up writing in my chart, he says to me, "How old are you?" I tell him, "33." And he says, "Well, do you have any..." Before he could finish his sentence, I say to him, "Don't worry I'm not planning on getting pregnant or on the Pill." It was a legit answer - the medication interferes with the Pill and you shouldn't take it while pregnant. He's asked it before.

And then he says, "Well that wasn't what I was going to ask. I was going to ask if you had any valentines tomorrow." Huh? I stuttered, looking for an answer, "Well not really. I mean my parents are my Valentine, I guess". So awkward. I wasn't even sure what he was asking me. I was so confused. He made his exit shortly after my faux pas.

After I ran out of his office, I was thinking why did he ask my age before he strangely asked me about my valentines? What does my age have to do with it? Do old women not have valentines or young girls? I didn't think it was a age-specific day.

Or was he trying to hit on me? Awkward. I've been going to him since I was in high school. He's not ancient, but he's not a young buck either.

Oh well, I don't have a follow-up appointment to see where this is headed.