I wish I could say I have this great social life going on, but alas I cannot. I had an arranged "date" a couple of months ago .. it was just a coffee date, and I'm glad it was only that because the evening couldn't end fast enough as far as I was concerned!
It was a blind date and the acquaintance who arranged it told me he was a doctor (psychiatrist). I thought "Wow! This could really be really an interesting evening". Wrong. He spent the whole 1-1/2 hours talking about himself, his last failed relationship, and all in a voice loud enough to wake the dead. People kept turning around to stare. I seriously considered moving to the next table which wouldn't be a stretch since I kept edging away from him all evening. I was practically sitting in the aisle.
I was polite as long as I could stand it, finally told him I had to rush home to check on my ill mother, and left him sitting there while I rushed out the door with my sugar-free chocolate mocha.
You would think a psychiatrist would have it figured out. Guess not.
The phone was ringing when I got home and it was H. I'm sure he's still wondering why I was so sweet to him on the phone that evening. I didn't tell him about the fizzled date, of course. He has asked me a few times if I was seeing anyone, and I never give him a forthright answer. He doesn't need to know.
Other than that, just staying busy with family and friends. I'm not ready to try the dating scene again. I'd rather get a chocolate mocha to go and watch "Cheaters" on TV.
As far as "snooping", no I don't have to go to that much trouble. My best friend is a close relative of H's, so I get first-hand information.
Wish I had a more exciting personal life to tell you, but that's the best I can do.
