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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, here’s 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 mother’s garden one day.  Cruel? Okay. Probably a little bit.

Well, along comes this woman named Karen with a “C,” so it’s 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.  What’s 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.  We’re not talking about how her and her sister did this or that, or mother’s 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 else’s 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 McDonald’s hamburger down my shorts.
 

Okay.  Needless to say, the night moves on with lightning speed, and I’m driving her home.  So far, so good.  I haven’t said anything to offend her, yet.  And, I glance in the mirror while she’s 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, I’m a nice guy remember?  I’ll spare you the details once again.  Generally, I’m not sure about this whole dating thing.  It’s just where I’m 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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