Fridate Night

I went on a date Friday night (my first "official" one since the stint with JP, the cop) and actually had a nice time. We exceeded the recommended duration for a first date by about two and a half hours, though I'm well aware that this is not necessarily indicative of any relationship potential. I hope that makes me sound realistic and not pessimistic...

I was pretty disillusioned by my experience with JP, so much so that I never wrote about what happened, and chase it out of my mind whenever I think about it. I admit that it has affected me, the way I see things, and the way I approach similar situations. I am more cautious now and perhaps a little less forgiving. If I act like I don't care then maybe, just maybe, I'll be less disappointed if things don't work out. So no more detailed description of the evening's events, no more overanalysis of our conversation, no more premature fantasies. The only thing I know for sure is that I don't know anything for sure. That, and the fact that I'm not the best actress.

I'd like to see him again, but I'm not going to call, nor am I going to email. If it ends here, so be it. This is a somewhat difficult stand to take seeing how he is only the third in a long line of people I met this year to actually peak my interest, but I need to know that it is reciprocated before making any grand overtures. Men are not that complicated. If he's into me he'll let me know it, starting with a simple phone call. No sleuthing required. (Incidentally, why is it that the ones we want never want us?!) If he's interested, he'll call. If not? Mystery solved.