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Things have been simmering down for a couple of months now, and I finally get the opportunity to act and be normal. Therefore, I figure, hey, heres the perfect opportunity to start doing some of the things that I have not been doing for a while. The first thing that comes to mind? Dating. Ah, yes. Probably right up there with grocery shopping and laundry. Well, not really.
So, I go on these dates with women, and in all honesty, nine times out of ten, in the midst of dinner, I realize that I would rather be home alone watching TV than sitting across from this person listening to stories about how her and her sister dug a hole in their mothers garden one day. Cruel? Okay. Probably a little bit.
Well, along comes this woman named Karen with a C, so its really Caren. Not too shaby, I figure. Met her at a local club, and just kind of hit it off a little bit. She mentioned something about appreciating the outdoors, I joke about bringing me out to go hiking, she asks for my phone number, and I slip her my business card. Not too shaby at all. The ultimate. She remembers my birthday, November 4th, and leaves me a nice voice mail noting her telephone number. Whats a free-available-little-bit-too-hormonal-male supposed to do? I say, hit the 9 button to get an outside line and proceed.
A few days later, I find myself in a Thai restaurant across from this woman, and its wonderful. Were not talking about how her and her sister did this or that, or mothers flower beds. Actually, I find myself a little bit on the shy side, which I have to admit, presently, is a little unusual. I can go on and on about the night, but I will spare you. After all, I would probably be the only one excited about it. Believe me, this comes from years of experience of listening to everyone elses mushy stuff. I usually stand there listening, with a smile on my face, nodding my head up and down wondering what it would feel like stick a McDonalds hamburger down my shorts.
Okay. Needless to say, the night moves on with lightning speed, and Im driving her home. So far, so good. I havent said anything to offend her, yet. And, I glance in the mirror while shes not looking and nothing is stuck in my teeth. Not bad, not bad. Two for two. We pull up to her apartment, and I feel a bit awkward. Hey, after all, Im a nice guy remember? Ill spare you the details once again. Generally, Im not sure about this whole dating thing. Its just where Im at, but I tell you, I think that it would be nice to see her again.
Till next time friends,
Peter
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