Ding Doh!

OK, so the date was little anti-climatic for me. Not too surprising since having expectations is a stupid way to go into anything. (By the way, the day after my date, my eye is doing much better. Last night, it was at its worst. I could barely see out of my eye.)

He was funny and cute. He gave me a cd that he had made compiled of Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra and few other goodies. It's a good cd, one I enjoy listening to.

The thing is, he talked soooo much. It wasn't a two-way conversation. I know, I know, guys do that when they're nervous and, well, because they're guys. Guys do that. So does my friend Jayne. I love her anyway.

But I can't totally call it off because of that. He talked about vulnerable stuff. Stuff I wouldn't talk about on a first pseudo date. He talked about stuff in his past he wasn't proud of. We all have that kind of stuff. It was like, he wanted to get it all out there, perhaps for some reason or another. One, he doesn't want to date me, therefore, he tells me things I might not want to hear. Two, he wants me to know it all, so later on, there are no surprises that I might get upset about, because he does like me and he doesn't want to get hurt. Three, that's just who he is, it had nothing to do with me and I should stop analyzing the situation.

Anyway, I'm not put off, but not as giddy and excited as I was before. I'm more excited about my eye responding to antibiotics at the moment (if it didn't, I would have to have surgery that leaves a scar).:)

Here's to the unknown.

World Girl