Definition for Date: going out somewhere in public with a person who will pay for my day/evening’s entertainment and/or meal and knowing very well I will never sleep with that person.
If that’s not Webster’s definition it appears to have been mine, I’ve only been on three dates in my life, three different men. Don’t even start digging into how I could’ve been married and yet not dated – therein is the difference between “dating” and “going out.” You think it’s semantics but it’s not.
As my usual men-related strategy hasn’t been working, well, really, ever, I decided to go out with anyone who asks. Who asked? Someone who works with my cousin at Buca. As I had already decided that I’d go out with anyone AND it gave me an opportunity to practice going out in public I said “yes.”
Much like going on job interviews just for the practice, I figured I would take this time to practice things like not chewing with my mouth open, using my napkin and making conversation that didn’t start out with “so I was on the toilet yesterday…”
We met for brunch, we went to Olive Garden, look, it was close and the thought he worked for an Italian place didn’t even cross my mind until long after the fact. We went to the movies, my choice, Harry Potter 7, as he didn’t seem the nerdy type I’m sure he thought I was 14 or something, but oh well, this is what comes of letting me choose and not knowing me very well.
It was pleasant, but I’m sure that we’ll not go out again. He did violate my “must not have children” rule and the “not if he’s my father’s age or older” rule which overrides. “I have two grown, married daughters in Turkey, a son who’s a dentist…” also, grandchildren *shudder.* And don’t give me that I’ve got a double standard, having a kid myself….or knowing that my mother was a grandmother at 39…I mean you COULD give me that…but I’d ignore it, sorry, it’s just my way.
At least he was gentlemanly, though he didn’t open my car door (boo) he didn’t try to swoop in for a kiss - I would've had to duck and that would have really revealed that I was 14.
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