Well, ladies, here's the update on "the fella". I'm sitting here drawing a complete blank. Maybe that's the right answer anyway. We did go to that art show and we did have a good time, but ...........oh geez, he just isn't for me. I genuinely like him, but I have no chemistry feeling whatsoever and never will. Funny part is, he picked me up at 6 and we went to the art gallery and then back to my house for wine and food. We talked a blue-streak just like it's been from the beginning and before we knew it, it was 4 in the morning. The awful part was at the door saying goodnight. He leans in for t-h-e-k-i-s-s and yuck. Now on HIS face was this rapturous look and starry eyes and he says, "You just don't know what you do to me". Oh good Lord. All I could do was pat him on the shoulder (yes, right on the shoulder) and say I had a nice time and really needed to get some sleep. He leaves and goes home. He calls. He won't let me off the phone. Finally I go to bed. The next morning he calls, and that afternoon twice, and then that night for 2 more times. That's 5 calls. And let's add a few more emails to that, too. All I could think was, 'just put a bag over my head and smother me to death'. I know, I should smack myself for being so insensitive, but I didn't throw up my hands in frustration in front of him. I was nice and polite. So Sunday rolls along and there's the first morning call. I told him I wasn't feeling well, had a whopper headache, and would get back with him when I was better. A few hours go by and the phone is ringing again. He wanted to know if he could bring me anything or if it would help if he just sat with me. Ohhhh, give me strength. Of course I thanked him and said no but that evening rolled around and the phone rang yet again. By this time I really did have a headache. I told him (again) that I would phone him when I felt better. He sounded crushed. THEN he adds to that by saying, "You know, Jen, you're really a good kisser". I thought I was either hearing the joke of the year or I was in some kind of dream where I couldn't wake up. That darn kiss, if you could even call it that, was less than a whisper of a touch on the lips and do you know, I actually told him that. Didn't matter a whit. He said he just loves gentle kisses like that. I'm going to throw up just typing about this. My cat, Sam, is better with the lips (hear that, Carole?). Well, all this leads to today. More calls, more emails and finally I said to him, "You know R, isn't it nice that we will be such fast friends? It's always good to make a new friend and you can never have too many." There was a long pause as you can imagine. Then....guess what he said. He said, "I bet I could change your mind if I came over today." I'm telling you ladies, I am going to have a problem here. He doesn't give up and the more he talks, the more I want to RUN. He means well I know, he's just not in any way, shape, or form for me. Now I remember why I made that pact with myself to not date anymore. I'm happy and content by myself, with my cats, my wildlife, and my friends (male and female). I must be one selfish woman to not want a guy that hangs all over me and would breathe for me if he could. It's just too much. Ok, I've vented and now you know what happened and hopefully old R will settle for a nice friendship. Hopefully.
So in signing off this post tonight, I'll leave you with my regular oh so perfect kisses, LOL (sorry)