Saturday, April 4, 2015

April 4, 2015 ~ And the Alternate Universe Continues

Tonight was the first weekend night that both of my babies slept away from me. And I was lucky enough to have my oldest friend, the friend that I've known longer than anyone else, the girl who has been there for me through so many crazy things in my life, go out with me for dinner and drinks.

We sat down for dinner at the sushi bar and shortly afterward, a new person was seated to my left. I had been turned to my right talking to my friend the whole time but I got distracted by the new person to my left. It was an attractive male sitting next to an older gentleman and he appeared to be helping him out in some way. At one point, I turned to my left and he turned to his right at the same time. Being that I'm not interested in a relationship or picking up on a guy, I had no problem just talking to him, despite his attractiveness, which would have made me nervous in the past, and mentioned how weird it was to sit next to someone with your back turned to them. I turned back to my friend but he continued the conversation by asking what was good. I answered and at another point, a few minutes later, I turned again and joined the conversation when the older gentleman asked about what I had just discussed with the younger gentleman.

As my friend and I were winding down our evening, I went to the restroom, where I do my best thinking (weird, I know), and wondered how I would respond if he asked me for my number. I was attracted to him but couldn't even imagine how I could date at this time in my life. My thought was that I'd give him my number and tell him upon the first phone call what my situation is.

And then what?

When I got back from the restroom, he was gone, in the restroom I  assumed because the older gentleman was still there, and he came back a minute or two later. We locked eyes for a minute and I thought about starting up a conversation but decided against it.

I won't be the persuer again. I sincerely believe that the man needs to be the persuer. This probably sounds sexist but I believe in biology. I believe that men need to feel like the persuer and I believe that it's  important  for a woman to feel persued.

The world with me dating doesn't even exist in my mind, yet I have no problem striking up a conversation with an attractive gentleman at the sushi bar.

This is an alternate universe. One night I have bath and bedtime at 6 pm and another night I'm striking up a convo at the sushi bar until 10 pm.

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