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The planets may not have aligned, but at least five of them showed up.
by blank at 10:53 PM on March 25, 2004
Five planets must have enough gravity to pull me out of my rut. It gets a little harder to deny a higher power exists when something so great comes out of absolute shit.
I was not looking forward to retuning to work after coming so close to quitting. It was hard enough turning my back on friends and a new job in the city for no reason other than it didn’t feel good. It seemed so unlike me to pull something so right-brained like that. Now I don’t even think about it anymore. What was my problem? Hell if I know. I can’t remember.
In less than twenty-four hours after the awful call to reject the job offered me in the city, I get asked out. Of course, I said yes. I never get asked out. Besides, the one asking me out was attractive.
It was nice out so Nat and I did an outside date of Frisbee golf and kite flying. The kite was hand made by her and flew well despite its odd shape. A few months earlier I had taken a kite-making workshop organized by her and made my own kite. I would have flown mine too, but didn’t want to go home and get it. When it grew dark we went for coffee and talked for a few more hours.
Date two happened a few days later at a local sushi bar. We wanted to dress up a bit and do the traditional date thing where I buy and show off my table manners. She looked great. During dinner, I discover that Nat enjoys old horror movies, so afterwards I take her home to change and we go to my place to watch something from my movie collection.
Now, I know I have a keeper when she sees my DVDs and the first words out of her mouth are “Oh my God! You have Evangelion!” We decide to pop in Dead Alive and watch it — her choice, by the way. Among the gore and comedy, I find out that she just about went through the exact same moving/changing job thing I did, only with slightly different variables. Like me she decided to stick things out. We didn’t watch much of the end of the movie — too busy. By 4 a.m. we were tired and decided to make it a sleep over. Because it was date two, she stayed in the guest room.
On date three she told me that she wanted to talk to me at the kite workshop but was too nervous. That was almost too cute. Then she proceeded to do things to my neck and ear that I never knew were possible.
Date four is Saturday at a party put on by her friends and I’m excited about it. Mr. Cynical Fuck is actually excited about something. Imagine that. There are just a couple of things that seem to give my cynical side something to hold onto: she’s five years older than me (I’m worried there might be a slight generation gap, but this one’s fading fast as I get to know her.) and she’s been married before. (This may cause big ripples or it might be a drop in the bucket. I don’t know. We’ll see.)
comments (9)
This all sounds very pleasant. I am very glad for you and look forward to updates. Five years older doesn't seem to matter here, as you're seeing. As for being previously married, a lot of factors will make a difference as to whether it will be a problem or not. She sound nice enough, interesting enough and attractive enough to see where it will lead. And congrats on your first time (being asked out)!
by AlterEgo at March 25, 2004 11:31 PM
Yeah, fret not oh cynical fuck. My wife's 2 years older than me and really more cuz I am so immature. She's also been married before, to one of my best friends.
But I'm a bit puzzled about the whole kite-flying thing. Every year we go to the beach and fly the obligatory kite. Once it's up in the sky, there isn't much to do with it. You know?
by anna at March 26, 2004 7:53 AM
Well, when my marriage fails, I'll hope the girls I'll want to date (who will certainly be more than 5 years younger than me) don't hold it against me. So good on you for not holding it against her. It is also very cute, those midwestern values, that because it was a second date you didn't, er, hold it against her.
by mg at March 26, 2004 9:56 AM
Blank, sounds like some good things are headed your way. As we get older, I don't think age differences of five or even eight years come into play as much. As far as the married part, I wouldn't sweat it unless she's carrying some serious emotional baggage from it or her ex is stalking her or you. If the latter is the case, have him killed and move on.
Anna, I thought the challenge of getting the kite up was the fun part. I always hand it off once I get to that point.
by Ezy at March 26, 2004 9:59 AM
Anna, you might like fighter kites better. The object is to cut your opponent's line. There are a lot of creative ways to do it. One way is to glue broken glass to your string so it has an easier time cutting someone else's. I'm sure razor blades on the edge of the kite work, but I think that's outlawed in the US.
by MrBlank at March 26, 2004 10:04 AM
holy crap. congrats blank!!!!! i was wondering when we'd hear about mrs. blank...
as for age/life differences, it's really important to just take her for what she is, right then and there.
the current girlfriend is two years older and i've never thought about it once.
also, my recent dating past includes a girl who was eight years older, one with a three year old son, and one who was actually married, but was estranged and in the final months of negotiating a divorce. but none of those things ever became issues with them. just your other, typical boy/girl stuff got in the way....which is what i'm finding more and more as i get older: they're always the same issues between boys and girls, just with different stakes.
though i will say....many strange thoughts run through your head when you're 24, you have a well documented overactive imaginiation, and it's the first time you're rolling in the hay with someone who's actually birthed a kid. but that's off topic...
congrats again blank!!!
ps-you actually have a guest room?
pps-she actually used the guest room?
by lajo at March 26, 2004 12:35 PM
Well that sounds a lot more like it. It's like roosters, what good are they if you can't strap razor-sharp talons on them, get drunk and wager on which will be able to claw the other to death. (Still legal in 3 states!)
by anna at March 26, 2004 6:06 PM
roosters?
oh, right: cocks.
by lajo at March 26, 2004 7:06 PM
Lajoie the boy-toy!
by anna at March 27, 2004 10:26 AM