I'm not prime anymore!

Today, I turn 38.  Today, it has been nearly six months since I began dating Naked Guest.  I stopped writing after our 2nd date.  I assumed that if he was something special, then I would not want to broadcast any ups and down of the get-to-know-you phase.  Wonderfully, that phase and the amazing time since has only been up.

I left many untold stories in my blog queue...  the member of the bike coalition who nearly broke my chin trying to inappropriately demonstrate to me that my helmet was not properly fitted; the urban planner who couldn't seem to architect his own life; the PhD MD (Dr. Dr.) that is a genius about anything but romance; a few stories about men I actually loved that aren't necessarily funny but are part of my history; and the Worst Date Ever story (which ended with the host of the restaurant suggesting I change my phone number).

The stories might not get told, at least not here.  I'll leave them in their draft state.

When I started this I hoped it would have a happy ending.  I suspect it might.  What I can say is that my life in these last six months has been incredibly happy.  Not only NG, but also work and home and the rest of my family.  So maybe I've managed to gain 15 or 20 pounds - while that is frustrating, still I feel wonderful about myself. 

And that is prime.

lurking...

For once, I am not the one lurking.  Mr. Nice Guy is stalking my profile.  (So is Six-and-a-Half it would seem.  But I digress.)

I do check to see who is looking at my profile on OKCupid, and Mr. Nice Guy was back again, apparently after his seder.  Here I am, contentedly emailing away with NG and the other "NG" has read up on my profile, which hasn't changed at all, at least twice.  

OMG.  Do I really have two NGs??  Well, there's NG and Mr. NG.  But whatever.  

Does Mr. Nice Guy WANT to get caught?  And now that I've met Naked Guest, and am totally smitten and enjoying myself, would I risk putting something out there to Mr. Nice Guy?  Ten days ago, I was ready to shoot Mr. Nice Guy a sweet email and maybe even ask him out.  Now, I'm not so sure.

As for Six-and-a-Half, I might rename him "the harbinger."  I went on one date with him right before Grumpy Pants.  Does this date with him mean I'm about to get into another serious relationship?  If the world really worked like that, then I really do need to turn this blog into a book.  Just a better written one.

wow

I'd say the date with NG was great.

No, actually, better than great.

The kind of date where we both blew off friends to stay together longer.  Where it started at 2PM and just flowed naturally, and it was 7 before we knew it and he was supposed to go meet his friends and I was supposed to meet my friend for dinner, and have an early night because I ran a half marathon and flew to my hometown for Passover today... and then he stayed, and we made dinner, and it was 10:30 and we weren't through being together yet.  (But I did actually make him leave.  And hated it.)

And then he sent me a message the next morning to wish me luck on my race.  And called after.  And it isn't desperate or Newfie-like.  It's genuine and real, and something sparked for both of us.  He was very clear that he's interested and excited about meeting me -- and also that he knows if I didn't feel the same, I wouldn't have hesitated to send him on his way at 5pm yesterday.  

So now I'm far away, and we are emailing and will probably speak on the phone while I'm here, and make plans to see each other when I get back next week.  And even though I feel like I learned so much about his life story, there is so much more I want to know.  And I'm pretty sure he feels the same way.

Of course, my friend H... she's amazing.  She instructed me that I was to blow her off if things were going well.  Talk about a great friend!  It's always a tough balance - taking good care of your friends, but letting yourself enjoy meeting someone special that is sometimes at the expense of being a good friend. I'm thankful I have friends who speak their mind, talk about this stuff, and really want me to find someone special.  

I promised her that NG and I would babysit one day to make up for it.  ;)

The next naked dinner party guest

Last Saturday, I may have heard my 2nd favorite pick-up line of all time...  "so, can I be the next naked guest at your next dinner party?" 

I'll confess, there was a little context to the remark.  But when that's the line, does the context really matter?  So, his nickname will now be the Naked Guest.  Or NG.  Which makes me think of the song "Anna Ng" and there's nothing wrong with that, or "A Little Birdhouse in Your Soul.  (If you haven't heard those songs by They Might Be Giants, then you should.  Puts an immediate smile on your face.)

Meeting a guy the conventional way is kind of fun:  my friend D takes me to a Saturday afternoon party (ostensibly because he wanted my opinion on this other girl, and if she would go out with him... but she never showed up), and during the course of meeting new people at the party, I end up in conversation with a friend of the host.  Before I leave, NG asks for my number.  Then, following the rules, NG waits until the following Wednesday to call me.  I, only following the rules by dint of being super busy and forget that I've turned my ringer off, am unable to talk when he calls. Twice. After a brief bout of phone tag, we finally talk and make plans for the Saturday afternoon.

Not following the rules... he makes it clear that he is very excited to see me.

I'm assuming he'll be dressed on our date today, though.  We will be out in public.