Signs

At some point I'll stop with the song titles, but I'm still enjoying using them for my posts. One of the best things about this song was the name of the band: Five Man Electrical Band. I believe the song was later covered by some metal group, maybe Tesla.

I just returned home from my date, and if it had been up to my paramour, we would still be out together. I like him very much, and we did a little kissing in the parking lot after dinner (yes, I know it's inappropriate; no, we hadn't been drinking), but in my view a first date should last a few hours at most. Besides, I have other things to do today. I carved out a few hours to do something fun but never intended to make a day of it. On an interesting note, I mentioned my age and he didn't believe me. He thought I was around forty or forty-two at most. I think he was serious, not just kissing up. I don't mind telling people my age, although after I did and he said he'd thought I was a few years younger than he was, I asked his and at first he didn't want to tell me. He's forty-seven. I'm not sure whether he thought I'd consider that too young. Are you kidding? I like dating younger guys. In general -- but not universally -- they are more lively and fun.

Because he asked me to choose where to meet, we went to a Thai place nearby that I'd been to once or twice. When we opened the door, there was huge party going on, a party we quickly discovered was private. The restaurant was closed to the public until 4:00 and it was only 1:00 when we met. From what I could tell, the party appeared to be a baby shower. Could that be a sign, I wonder? Not of actual childbirth for me, but of a new life? I have been a bit stagnant lately -- as in for the past four or five years -- and what a happy coincidence that I met this person when I did -- at least as far as I can tell now. I told him that I have been ambivalent about getting involved until recently, and that I need to go slowly. He seems to respect that. He thinks I'm beautiful and have a great body; I said that's because he's Italian and accustomed to the Botticelli model. We both laughed.

The Thai place not working out, we walked a ways and went instead to a Mexican restaurant I like. It wasn't its best today, but it didn't seem to matter. We were talking so much that we left half our food uneaten. We learned a lot about each other in a few hours, and each seemed to like what the other had to say. Over these past years of no-dating and ambivalence, and especially recently as I have increasingly wanted someone to share my life with, I have reminded myself (and others have reminded me) that when I was ready, the right person would come along. I am absolutely seeing our right place/right time meeting as a sign. No matter how it all shakes out, it's good to be back.