May 30, 2008

  • The Date

    Okay, so I will speak a bit more about the "date," since I probably gave the wrong impression before.

    No, I didn't go anywhere with the stupid man after he showed up so late. I did, however, invite him in for a bit, just in case he actually had a good reason to have not been here when he said he would be. See, we hadn't exchanged phone numbers, so he wouldn't have been able to get in touch with me if something had come up to cause him to be late. And he was picking me up from where I'm staying, so I really wasn't inclined to just not answer the door - though it did cross my mind.

    No, he didn't have a good reason. He was "hanging around with his mates." He left after about ten minutes, tops, and there was no discussion of getting together again.

    Alas, I hadn't gotten a good look at him when we first met, otherwise there wouldn't have been a second meeting. And I assumed that he had a job, because he was looking at a house that's for sale when I met him on the way home from the bus stop. No, he has no job - he does some work bricklaying to pay the bills, but nothing steady. And he's never even been on an airplane.

    I'm not saying any of this makes him a bad person, but it sure as hell means he's not a match for me.

    Anyway, after he left, my landlady gave me a stern talking-to about not letting strangers into her house. Which I can understand, since she did live here alone before I moved in, but I thought she was over-reacting. Plus, I don't particularly want to stay somewhere where I feel like I can't invite someone over. Especially since while this guy didn't work out, I do harbor hope that I'll find another man I do end up liking enough to want him to come inside the house with me. Though we both might freeze to death, since this place has no insulation or central heating, but that's a different complaint altogether.

    (Okay, I would hope that if I did bring a man home, freezing to death wouldn't be an option, but I did feel the need to make the snide, bitchy complaint. I'm that way.)

    So that's the not-so-brief story of my date-that-wasn't. Now we will speak of it no more, again. :)

Comments (3)

  • Oy! Well, at least you're out there in date land even though your landlady is overly cautious.

  • Isn't this the part where your friends tell you that you've got to kiss a lot of frogs? sometimes that applies to landlords, too :)

  • It does sound like your landlady over-reacted, but hopefully once she gets to know you better  it won't be a problem. At least you're dating, which is more then I can say for myself right now...

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