I often wonder how some women seem to go so easily from first-date, to want-to-see-you-again, to second-date, to... well... I've-got-a-boyfriend. I've witnessed this. It happens. In the movies. For my friends, even.
Just not to me.
No word from Soccer Dad. The Latin Lover is in touch, but non-committal about our next date. And of course, there are interesting prospects from OKCupid. My favorite today is a sporty, smart 26 year old who dresses like a fashion plate. And I did write back. Maybe I've got a little cougar in me after all. Maybe he'll go shopping for me.
Has Mr. Nice Guy slipped into the ephemera? Last night, I had trouble falling asleep. So I picked up (I kid you not) the "Everything Etiquette" book. Of course it has a section on dating, and it gave etiquette guidance on women asking out men. According to the book, I should call Mr. Nice Guy and ask him to do something specific, at a specific time. The book did not dispense advice on how to get up the chutzpah to do such a thing. Or how to get over a little obsession with someone who hasn't expressed any interest in me in a couple of months.
In the meantime, for my amusement, tonight I got an email from dear, sweet Newfie. Wondering if I would join him in a no-strings-attached evening of pinball.
So some men disappear into the ephemera. And then some reappear, but probably not the ones I want.
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