NJM18 - 25: I Was Wrong in These Foolish Things

Well, I was wrong. Wine-ish isn’t newly divorced. He has been divorced for 13 years.

Someone asked me privately what I meant by that divorced look in my previous entry. What I mean is that some guys, after they’ve gotten over the shock of being divorced (or in another guy-I-know’s case, his wife died), they slim down from either the stress or because they are back in the dating world getting laid. And then they start dressing better…and looking sharper.

That’s what I mean.

This guy, Wine-ish, has been divorced for a long, long time. So the thing is, he’s just sharp. He’s attractive, dresses nicely, lives in a badass apartment, calls me to ask me out on dates, picks me up at my apartment in a badass sportscar - bearing GIFTS, no less (!!!) - opens doors, pays for everything, is nice, friendly, complementary and warm. He’s age-appropriate, has an adult child (she’s 18 and out of the house) and is successful in his career. He loves to travel, talks a very good game, and is totally into me.

And all I can think about is a Scotsman who lives 5000 miles away who STILL hasn’t purchased a flight for our New Year’s Eve rendezvous…though he may have purchased today. I’ll find out tomorrow.

So. The thing is, Wine-ish might be a very good fit for me. He ticks all the right boxes for someone who’d be amazing boyfriend material for me. He’s smart, sharp (as I’ve said before), he let me pick the restaurant since he was coming to my part of town, and he did something super clever when he picked me up…he brought a gift.

So back up to Friday night at his apartment - which, by the way, is spotless. The four of us were standing around the kitchen area and talking about food and wine, and then talking about kitchen equipment (Paula’s husband is a chef) and the fact that Wine-ish’s apartment has a glass top range (mine does too and I can never keep that shit clean). His glass top was pristine, so I asked him how he keeps it so perfect, and I told him that I had trouble keeping things from burning the top of the stove and then getting them off, even with a razor blade…and he pulled out this special cleaner and showed me.

Flash forward to the gift…he made a big deal about wrapping it up in a pretty package, but he’d bought me some of the cleaner and special scrubbing sponges!! I mean..how fucking clever is that?

Everything about the date was very, very nice. I like the guy, I do.

But he’s not The Scot.

I’m not giving up on Wine-ish, but I’m also not going to let go of The Scot unless he doesn’t make it to New York. If my Scotsman doesn’t make it for NYE, then I will gracefully bow out of his life.

But only if he doesn’t make it, and ONLY then will I let go. I am into The Scot something fierce. He’s holding my heart in his hands with mere words!

But my head is forcing me to at least keep my eyes open. Wine-ish has already asked me if I’m interested in another date, and I told him yes - even though I’m not feeling that attraction and I absolutely know why.

And New Year’s Eve is not that far away. But I’ve never put myself into a state of so much suspense in my life. This is absolutely crazy.

And I think I love it.

xox,
GS