The Weekend. in These Foolish Things

Started super mellow on Friday as I got home from work fairly late, spent and exhausted, and had nothing planned in the evening except tomato bisque soup and cuddles with the dog. And that’s exactly what I did.

Oh wait! I did have some ideas about creating a virtual portfolio of my work, and I’ll describe that later (long story…it involves me changing my Instagram handle), but that was rolling around in my brain until I just let everything go and called it a night.

The Jolly Old Elf (my neighbor) sent me a text around 10pm, simply saying, “Holla”, but by that point I was fully in BED. I’m a terrible friend to him, but my reasoning is that he ONLY talks about himself, and I just wasn’t in the mood.

Saturday was up very early to FaceTime with The Scot. We had our usual hilariously wonderful chat - of course it completely melted my heart and made me just kind of ache for a boyfriend. Now. I don’t know if The Scot would be my boyfriend if we lived closer, but I think he would…once we got past the money conversation (hah). I had to close the conversation pretty quickly, however as we’d started chatting later than I wanted and I needed to walk the dog before I left for the gym.

Worked out. Took it easy because my knees are hurting, but not so easy as to not get a wonderfully sweaty workout in. I have more to say about this, but I think I’ll update my Health Files book and describe there.

Home and showered and ready for brunch club.

First brunch club of 2019, and also the first brunch club we’ve had without [Athena]. She was missed. 6 of us showed up. We still managed to go through a few bottles of champagne and lots of dishing! These brunches are my soul. There’s nothing like pure girl talk. Laughter ensued and three of us stayed afterwards to get more specific about our dating lives (only the single ones stayed), and then I walked the nearby shops with the last one standing…and a buzz. Then went and got coffee and home to walk dog and prep for date.

Had a date with Super Geek on Saturday night. I was kind of excited about it as it was supposed to be a wonderful evening weather-wise and we were going to walk around the arts district and then have sushi at a nice place. We did that and it was very nice, but I have to be completely honest - Super Geek just does NOT do it for me. I soooooo wanted him to, but I just can’t get excited about him, and I don’t know that he’s all that excited about me either. Still, dinner was exquisite - starting with a flight of sake and very smart conversation that I wish up on WISH would have been stimulating to me…but it just wasn’t!

Big sigh.

He’s a perfectly nice guy. He’s very smart and articulate. He’s a sharp dresser and a cool dad. He’s super connected.

I just can’t get there with him.

So we had an AMAZING dinner of chef’s tasting menu and it was even too much to eat (I still have two lamb lollipops in my fridge that he suggested I take home!). I knew I wasn’t going to be inviting him in after the date so I asked if we could split the check and he insisted on paying and walked me home, quick peck on the lips and that was that.

So the thing is, maybe he’s not into me either? Or maybe he’s recognizing the lack of chemistry? Whatever it is, we texted a bit yesterday morning and I haven’t heard anything since (I also left a text of his hanging, so…)

Anyway, got home in time to turn on SNL, and James McAvoy was the host - monologue in a kilt,

In the morning before our FaceTime, I sent The Scot the YouTube video I liked above and it was such fun fodder for our talk(s) on Sunday. I find myself thinking of the truly amazing time we had in NYC and then compare it to the dates I’ve had of late and just YEARN for a boyfriend. I can feel this on a physical level.

Ugh.

So off to the gym after a quick talk and then a dog walk and then my dog walk DATE (yesterday’s entry) that actually ended up close to my pharmacy where I knew I had a prescription waiting, so it was my bright idea to call it a date and tell him that we should go our separate ways so I could run an errand and catch the trolley home. He seemed absolutely fine with that.

Another date with absolutely NO chemistry. He was even kind of a dick in that he had ZERO interest in my dog - like, he pretty much ignored the fact that I even had a dog on our walk! It was weird.

So home on the trolley with my prescription and a bag of trail mix, which became my dinner.

I had every intention of cleaning my apartment this weekend, but after all of that and two glasses of wine and trail mix in my belly it was all I could do to rip my workout gear off and crawl into bed.

That’s it. That was my weekend.

xox,
GS