It’s no fun being sunburned when the majority of your daily interactions include two rather rambunctious dogs and a gaggle of equally rambunctious preschoolers.
Don’t touch Miss Kat! I want to shout as my squirmy charges enter the dance studio on the day after my return from Miami, No hugs! But with last week’s snow days, I’ve missed the little buggers and apparently they’ve missed me too. Before I know it, there are approximately fifteen sets of tiny hands clawing at my thighs.
I pry their fingers off one by one and send them to remove their shoes and get ready for class, trying to ignore the stinging sensation in my legs: it’s not their fault that Miss Kat was stupid enough to go to Miami, make out with a perfect stranger and then fry herself to a crisp in a span of ninety minutes. If only I’d followed Rule #1 of the dance studio (“Take care of our bodies,” which is clearly written in on the door, right above “Take care of our friends” and “Take care of our studio”), I wouldn’t find myself in this predicament.
Speaking of predicaments, remember how I got bored last week and accidentally got in touch with a few of my former Dates and PSMs? Well, PSM#2 took the bait, by which I mean I sent him a quick message through eHarmony to apologize for the not very nice things I said about him in my blog and he wrote back, “I had forgotten all about your blog! What’s the address?”
Yeah right, I replied, like I’d be stupid enough to give it to you now!
This isn’t the first time I’ve made the mistake of apologizing to a man for something he’d already forgotten. I won’t go into details about my last foot-in-mouth incident, because those of you who know me personally may also know the man in question, but I spent my last night in London feeling like a prize idiot this past summer and evidently, I haven’t learned a damn thing.
PSM#2, for his part, is now determined to find my blog. Being the sensible girl that I am (or at least strive to be), I deleted his number shortly after New Years but no sooner than I stepped off the plane from Miami than a local number popped up in my inbox: What’s it gonna take for me to see your blog?
I not sure how (or even if) I should respond. It occurs to me that I have the upper hand, at least momentarily. I could use PSM#2’s newfound fascination with my “experiment” to wrangle myself a third date, but do I really want to do this?
We lost touch nearly a month ago. All this time, I figured it was my blog that put him off but evidently it was something else— maybe my choice in winter outerwear? Maybe my love of Indian food? Maybe the fact that PSM#2’s natural sarcasm turned me into a complete quipster whenever we were together? (And that being out-witted by your date is actually a huge turn off if you’re a man who prides himself on his sense of humor?)
Whatever the reason, it seems that the real question is not can I get another date PSM#2 but should I?