It’s not me, it’s actually you.

Well, I had a lunch date this past Sunday and I thought it went rather well. It was, I believe, the longest lunch I’ve had in many a moon, date or not – 4 hours long. We sat at the table in that restaurant for 4 hours, pretty much until the dinner shift came on. We talked about all kinds of things, interesting things, silly thing, personal things, mundane things. I really enjoyed this date and I thought he did too. I really thought we connected. He would reach out and touch my arm when saying something – elevating the contact between us, but not in an inappropriate or threatening way – just making it clear he was interested. He could’ve ended it so much sooner, so could’ve I, but neither of us did. We even continued talking out on the sidewalk, he then offered to walk me to my car. At my car he simply said he’d had a nice time and that we’d have to “do it again sometime” (clearly a ‘kiss of death’ statement if I’ve ever heard one, and I’ve heard one or two!), gave me a chaste kiss (on the mouth–not that I wanted a tonsillectomy), and left. I felt a little sucker punched when I got in the car – actually I feel that way today (Tuesday) even more. Not in the sense that I was taken for a fool, I just feel like one for thinking that there would (obviously) be further communication/contact because the date went so well. I did call him yesterday to thank him again for lunch and say that I was interested in seeing him again, and that I looked forward to hearing from him. So far, nada. I know, I know - he could still call and middle-east peace is within reach. Whatever. There's something in the gut that tells you these things. Whether you're 15 or 45 the gut never lies.

This wasn’t my first date, just my first one where I want a second one to follow it up with. This is really the horrific part about dating – on-line or otherwise. R.e.j.e.c.t.i.o.n. I can mentally tell myself that ‘it’s not meant to be, his loss; onward & upward' and all that other ‘adult’ I’m-not-gonna-cry-cuz-he-didn’t-call-me horsehit; but that’s always easier said then done. I thought we had a lot in common, related well to each other, and yet there were enough differences to keep it both interesting and rewarding. Looks department, he’s not my type; but I am old enough to see beyond that (to a degree, I’ll admit – because I’m human and I’d be lying otherwise) and what I’m attracted to makes his physical appearance less important. He’s got a "pretty brain" -beautiful even. I’d rather have a man I can talk to for 4 hours and not be bored then a ‘George Clooney’ with a frontal lobotomy.