On Friday night, I feel asleep watching Star Wars. Again. This is a problem because The Wedding Date (my current beau for those of you just tuning in) is obsessed with Star Wars and made me watch one scene three times in order to fully appreciate the fact that one of the storm troopers hit his head while crossing a threshold in the Death Star.
Maybe, just maybe, if we hadn’t had to watch that scene three times, I would have made it all the way to the end but this is what happens when you go from serial dating (18 months, 30 men and 75 dates at last count!) to focusing your “manthropological” research on one particular individual. First you decide to go running the day after New Years, then you agree to watch Star Wars. Pretty soon you’ll be playing Runewars and going to gaming conventions (and gaming conventions, as far as I’m concerned, are the beginning of the end).
Speaking of the end, I’ve got some loose ends to tie up from last week, in particular the question that The Wedding Date asked me when we were in Boston earlier this month.
We were at the hotel watching HGTV, eating leftover biscuits from our Denny’s Grand Slams and killing time before my friends’ wedding when he lowered the boom.
“Tell me about your experiment,” he began. “Is it over?”
“Over?” I asked. “Well I’m not on Match.com anymore if that’s what you’re asking.”
Unfortunately, this was not what he was asking.
“I know you’re not, and you told me about your experiment and your blog on our first date so I knew what I was getting into but now… are you still looking?”
“I told you, I’m not seeing anyone else.”
“Yes, but are you still looking?”
I didn’t quite know how to answer. And every word that came out of my mouth sounded stupider than the last. I was scared. And stalling—I’d been single since moving back from London almost two and a half years ago! Granted, there were plenty of times when I wished I hadn’t been single (My First Sugar Daddy comes to mind, as does the endless drama with Date #7) but for all intents and purposes, I liked being single. I liked dating and yet, here was this man, right in front me, at a hotel in Boston because I asked him to come.
A man I actually liked—a man I liked just as much, if not more, than I liked being single.
And so, without further ado, I finally got my act together and told him, “No. I’m not still looking. And as for my experiment… well, it’s over.”
Now I’ll have to start blogging about Runewars. Or gaming conventions. Or the fact that I showed up to work on Saturday in a pair of pink Converse sneakers, despite the fact that there were three inches of snow on the ground and I’m the one who is always lecturing her students about proper footwear.
“Where are your snow boots?” my boss demanded.
“Yes. I didn’t… well, I didn’t go home last night. I spent the night at The Wedding Date’s. It wasn’t snowing when I left yesterday.”
And so it begins.
- How The Wedding Date Became MY Wedding Date (katrichterwrites.wordpress.com)
- My Marie Claire Debut: What Every Man Wants to Hear (fieldworkinstilettos.com)
- Sweet Nothings, En Español (fieldworkinstilettos.com)