2 Oct 2009
2:34p.m.
So diner was indeed interesting.
We sat down, ordered wine right away, and sat there awkwardly for a minute or two while it was poured - not really knowing what to say or do.
Finally, I (p.s. why am I always the one to break silences?) just had to say something.
CG: Congratulations, you win the staring contest. So I guess we can move on.
MM: That's a relief, I've been training for months.
CG: It totally shows.
MM: So, what do I win?
CG: Funny. What I love about your comedy material is the freshness.
MM: Touche.
CG: So, are we gonna do this?
MM: Do what exactly?
CG: Try to have a real conversation.
MM: No time like the present.
So we covered all of the bullet points - the touring boy friend thing, the working together thing, the fact that (my words) Mr. Man clearly isn't looking for a relationship...But he threw me a few curve balls.
MM: What if I WAS interested in having a real relationship?
CG: Well, for one thing. I don't know if I even like you. I know my eyeballs like you. I know my Virginia likes you. But I don' know if I like you.
MM: Oh, you like me.
CG: That's nice, that's healthy. Self esteem is a good thing.
MM: You think I'm delusional?
CG: There's a slight chance you could be an egomaniac. But, don't feel bad, it looks good on you.
Anyway, we decided to avoid anything physical, and try to get to know each other. Who knows, we may turn out to be friends... OK we may turn out to be more than friends. Bottom line, I don't want to start something up with him just because the Bloke-long-distance thing is too hard. I need to keep a clear head (hence the no shagging decision) and I need to not be a horrible trollop with no regard for other people's feelings (hence the no shagging decision squared). Stay tuned.
