The second date

A second date. The words sound so unfamiliar. But a second date it was.

FG was lead to invite me on a second date. I suggested dinner, and had to push for him to pick a restaurant and then I decided on the date and time. We were there for over two hours. So you'd think this would be exciting, encouraging. You'd think.

It seems very beige. Conversation was fine. Dinner was fine. The evening was fine. He paid which should be cause for celebration. Somehow it still feels less than spectacular. Maybe I am hoping for too much. Maybe I've watched too many sappy movies and I have to adjust that the earth really doesn't move after a good date.

I'm interested to see where this proceeds. There haven't been any glaring issues or lapses of judgment. There are some items of concern. I am looking at this from a philosophical standpoint. I didn't even realize I had a philosophical standpoint until now.

Activity level- I don't want my life to be sitting in front of the TV (especially without cable), possibly falling asleep at some point, each night. I'm not a super active type A person. I'm not unrealistic about that. The occasional "I feel asleep in front of the TV" happens. You didn't sleep well, you had to get up earlier than normal, you were up late because Monday Night Football went into overtime.

Food- Don't expect me to eat venison. Ever.

Old Stuff- Otherwise known as antiques. I have dogs, I can't imagine not having dogs. My dogs aren't destructive. Except for getting into the trash and that's only because I forget to secure it with the bungee cord.  If you want stuff out, there will be contact with canines. Be prepared for that.

As the weekend nears, I'll wait to see if I get a call. The Reading Fair is this week, the temps aren't terribly high so maybe we'll venture there. I can't imagine there will be another suggestion.