So, whatever happened to the Norwegian? I don’t know to be honest. I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even Monday!) but I realized that I do have a few loose ends to tie up.
And so, getting back to the Norwegian. We tried to get together after our first date but never managed to schedule a second rendezvous. I thought about contacting him again last week but it seems like too much time has passed and in the words of my favorite British comedian, I’m simply not “bovvered.”
As for the Salsa Date, I knew something was wrong when he told me he was free till noon after last week’s brunch date and I didn’t press him to stay past 11:00. I hemmed and hawed over how to break the news and finally settled on an email.
(Although the following did cross my mind…)
Turns out I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t quite “feelin’ it.” We’ve decided to remain friends and given the lack of drama involved in this decision, I think we might actually manage to forge something vaguely platonic.
My One O’Clock continues to swing in and out of my orbit. I’m really not sure what to make of him or the entire columnist/coach situation but I will keep you posted.
The biggest mystery remains My Three O’Clock (aka The Zoo Date). We had a lovely first date (or so I thought) and I wrote about it rather favorably (in both my blog and my final column) but he promised to call last weekend and never did. Seven days later I’m still (not) holding my breath.
It doesn’t make sense—he did Google me before our first date—but I guess you win some, you lose some. And seeing as I can barely handle one man, let alone four, I suppose it’s just as well.
Onwards and upwards as they say (and back to eHarmony).