NJM 2020, Entry 4 - The Wooing in These Foolish Things

So. Election Day/Night is over and what do we have? Lots more counting left. I must confess that after I went to bed last night, filled with a few glasses of bubbles, I left the TV app open on my phone and fell asleep. To my surprise, I woke to Trump’s speech saying that he’d won - and then Savannah Guthrie jumping in over his speech saying that simply wasn’t true! I thought maybe it was a dream. But no. He was truly saying that the democrats had corrupted the election. Ugh, the DRAMA of this thing.

As I type this, the TV app is on (I’m in the office putting out fires this morning and stopped to take a brief break), and the races in the swing states percentages are actually getting tighter! It’s wild. And it’s sad to see that not much has been learned from the events of 2020. I truly can’t believe how many millions of Americans just don’t care about these serious issues.

Do you remember my old neighbor, NORT? He’s my former neighbor attorney friend who tried to help me go after the property where I was mugged and assaulted. Well, he moved away to a lakefront property that’s about 2 hours away from my place but still comes to his downtown office about 2x per month.

It used to be that he would want to get together at his office when he was in town to work on our strategy and paperwork - and there was a lunchtime meeting in there to talk with an investigator. In the end, it became an issue that was not worth fighting. Kind of a long story, but I don’t want to get into it. Plus, the point is moot as it pertains to where I’m going with this.

So, NORT wanted to get together while he was in town this month and it seemed urgent as I’d missed him last month. He wanted to go to coffee, lunch or dinner or whatever…it felt very important - like, he’d had a breakthrough or wanted me to fill out legal documents or pay a fee or something. I had no idea what he wanted, but I thought since he’s a lawyer that I better meet him!

Then, there was a VERY forward request from him via text asking if I’d be able to drive him from downtown to his lake house (2 hours!). Seems his Porsche needs a new clutch RIGHT NOW and even though he has two other cars at the lake, he didn’t have transportation since that was the car he drove to work this time. He offered up his “extra master bedroom” upstairs, he offered for me to stay a few days if I wanted and he’d cook for me. Now. I know he has an amazing place at the lake - we’re FB friends and I’ve seen photos of the place and the gorgeous furniture and his boating adventures and all that. I feel like we’re friends and all, but wow. I didn’t think we were on those types of terms.

Of course I declined, giving him the excuse that I had to go to the office every day to get my work done. I was not on the WFH plan anymore. I told him that I could only meet after work and that I could only meet outside as I’m not comfortable with an indoor dining situation. So we went back and forth - I didn’t really want to meet at a restaurant downtown since all of downtown has been boarded up and who knows what was going to happen on election night. So he suggested that we meet somewhere close to my office since he had to drive this direction.

Fine. I picked a spot. It’s really a place where I tell anyone to meet me when I want to have a business dinner or lunch around here. It’s a quirky Asian sports bar restaurant that has a nice patio and really good food (albeit a weird clientele). I truly felt like this was going to be a business exchange.

Imagine my surprise when he got there last evening and started asking me all kinds of personal questions and I was like, whaaaat’s going on? Why do you want to know all of this random stuff (like, what are my hobbies and personal tastes in music). It felt so much like a date.

Weeeellll, come to find out it WAS a date. He literally came out and told me that he was wooing me! Like, old fashioned courting. He wants to get to know me on a deeper, personal level.

And so. Hm. Here we are. And the thing is, you all know how much I want a boyf. I want someone to hang out with. I want someone to go out of town with. I want my person. And this guy would be perfect. He checks so many boxes.

But y’all. He’s sooooo eccentric! He’s super quirky and that makes him funny, which is awesome, but he’s weird. He’s an odd duck and over the top with his gestures and his words and just…everything about him. I do like him - we’ve actually had quite a few dinners together and attended holiday parties and such. We’ve had several glasses of wine together on the roof of my building, but all of a sudden I’m not sure how I feel about this. I can’t really imagine kissing him let alone sleeping with him. And yet, last year he was posting photos from a super fun-looking vacation and I could tell he was with a woman and I felt a little like…what? Jealous??

I don’t know - I don’t know!

So. After dinner and a couple of drinks I told him I needed to get going because I had an election watch zoom party to attend and all of my college girls were texting like crazy and I was surprised and distracted. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

This morning he sent me a cute text:

“Good morning, Ginger. Aggressive wooing to continue. To opt out, reply STOP.”

Cute,huh? But ugh, the guy is soooooo oddly unusual.

Better roll. Lots more fires to put out and I feel the need to take a stress-relieving walk.

Til tomorrow,
GS