2 weeks ago tonight I had a dinner-date-meeting situation going on. I didn’t blog about it. I didn’t twitter/facebook about it. At least not until the very last minute. I tweeted/facebooked, “Dinner at a friends house tonight. I’m nervous. kthnxbye”.
You see, a friend of mine has a co-worker that she wanted to introduce me to. I told her sure, but I don’t do blind dates (aka awkward interview) and I do better meeting people in a social situation. So after almost 2 months since she mentioned it it finally happened. Dinner with she and her husband and mystery guy. Please forgive me that I didn’t share before hand, but I was 1) protecting myself from getting my hopes up, 2) didn’t want to answer 20+ questions, 3) my mom reads this and facebook (Hi Mom!) and I really wasn’t ready for her to start getting her hopes up too. Oh, and I was invited the day before it was scheduled.
How did it go you ask? Well, it went fine. I just went with the flow. Jumped into conversations when I could. A lot of “shop talk” happened, which is fine because it’s what they have in common. I left feeling good. He’s attractive. And I would see him again.
But I haven’t heard hide or hair about or from him since.
Don’t worry. I can take a hint. And that was the exact reason that I was going into the situation with an open mind and not too invested. I had a good dinner, brought a good dessert, participated in good conversation and met someone new.
And that’s all that it was.
So for those of you that were waiting to hear about it and how it went (Hi Treva!), there it is. Apparently it wasn’t part of God’s plan in my life for it to be more than dinner with friends. He’s got a bigger better plan for me.
And I’m fine with that. Really fine with that.