Was in bed earlyish on Friday after taking myself to dinner at this new Mexican joint with the dog. I had ceviche and a whole bunch of chips and ONE big glass of bubbles. The weather was gorgeous and that’s why I even stopped on my way home from work (I’d left a little early anyway as I was out of it and we’d already moved all of the furniture for the carpet cleaners).
Saturday I had plans of organizing, cleaning and then relaxing, but all I could do was lie in bed with my dog, a big bag of gummy bears, a giant cookie and Netflix. It was glorious, but ohhhhh did I feel guilty about it!
Chef K and I texted a bit about brunch the next day and then he had an additional very good idea: he was interested in going to the science and nature museum a few blocks from me. I LOVED this idea because we’d start with brunch and then follow with the museum’s special exhibit. Fantastic! Something in addition to eating/drinking!
I’d actually never been to the museum before because it’s always been sold out when I’d tried to go on a whim (and I told him that), so his idea was to get there right when they opened - which, okay…but I also went online to see if we could simply get tickets that way and…of course we could!
So I sent a text back saying that we can get tickets online and said I’d be happy to purchase them if he wanted me to. He said that it would be fine…and that he’d reimburse me! But I insisted that it was my treat.
Fine and good.
Met for brunch on Sunday morning (oh, forgot to say I skipped my workout because I’d gotten giant, ugly blisters on my feet from wearing these cute cowboy booties without socks on Friday. My feet were aaaangry!) at a fun new place that’s about a block from the museum.
Brunch was…fine. I didn’t drink any alcohol because it was early and I just wasn’t feeling it yet. I even ate pretty healthy and Chef K and I had our usual kind of chat. We talked about his racing stuff, his golf and some trips he’s planning and it was….fine. He asked me about my business trip and totally was into all of it. However. There was never, ever, ever any kind of flirtation. Nothing even close to making googly eyes at each other.
It was…very nice.
The museum was fun. I was into it. However, Chef K kept trying to express himself about how he felt about certain pieces and he couldn’t find words. I tried to help with some descriptions and some thoughts, but as we moved through the exhibition it was pretty clear that we either weren’t on the same page or he just couldn’t get his point across.
Eventually, he asked if I wanted to get out of there and go somewhere like a patio where we could sit outside and have a drink.
I thought he’d never ask!
But even then, while we were sitting in a lovely spot in the shade with the cool breeze blowing and a beautiful view of the city, there was never a lingering look…no innuendo… zero touching.
I could physically feel any romantic notions just float right out of my pores and drift away with the fresh spring breeze.
He offered me a ride home and I told him I’d walk. Our goodbye was a brief hug and another one of those pucker pecks.
Bummer.
Rest of my Sunday was spent on a very long walk with the dog and another nice patio. To be honest, I felt so much more loved by the dog and by the lovely strangers I talked with than by Chef K.
A few texts with Dr. D, but I can tell that’s not really gong much of anywhere either.
I suppose that I need to Spring clean much more that just my apartment.
Time to dust off the Bumble and Tinder apps.
xox,
GS
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