I had my first first date in more than seven years last night.
It was with one of the men I met at the speed dating event I did last week. In fact, it was with the man whose children live in LA and who I liked, except for the whole relocation thing. I had marked him a “No” because of that, but he marked me a “Yes”, and so I contacted him and we emailed a few times. He even found me on Facebook.
It took scheduling contortions to rival that of Oprah’s personal assistant to arrange a time to meet, and finally we did. We met for drinks and appetizers at a nice restaurant downtown that I’d never actually been to. I had a new sitter, a teenager from the neighborhood, from 6-8. I figured this would give me and the girls a short, awake time frame to try out a teen sitter, and provide a pre-defined end time for a first date. If it was miserable, there was only a short time to suffer though, and if it went well, it would leave us wanting more, which I think is a good way to end a first date.
It went well. In fact, I didn’t get home till almost 8:30. I was almost a pumpkin!
I had told the girls I was going out with a friend, but Krystal is no dummy and she has already decided that this friend must be a “boyfriend” and she is teasing me mercilessly. I have given away nothing. In fact, as much as will be possible, I’d like to delay any interaction between him and my girls until we’ve had a chance to see if this will be a “relationship”. Given the logistics of my life (and the price of babysitters) that may not be possible for as long as I’d like, but it’s definitely on my mind.
Up next: major layoffs announced at my company to begin soon, through January. I have no idea if I’ll be directly affected, but it is a tremendous concern.