Dating

So, I think dating is weird. Especially coming out of a horrible marriage. How many dates actually seem normal? Is it just me, or do all dates need clarification on if you are just hanging out or actually going on a date? Just me? Okay then..

Well, I was married for a year, separated for a year, and my divorce finally went through. Decided it was time to get back in the game. Big mistake.

I thought I was awkward. Wrong. Apparently, I just attract awkward. I had met this guy at a New Year's Eve singles party a few months after my divorce was finalized. He asked me out pretty regularly for a couple of months before I found it in myself to say 'sure.'

It comes to that night, we are supposed meet at the "restaurant." However, ONE of us was LATE. (My siblings would be surprised when I say it was not me..) The place chosen was Panda Express and it was a late date to begin with because we were going dancing. They closed. While I was waiting for this guy to show up to a date he begged me for, THEY CLOSED!

So we decided to just skip eating and go to the dance. We thought it would be a good idea to take my car since his was being held together with duct tape. We all know when something is broken, to fix it with duct tape, but when a good 80 percent of your car looks to be fixed with it... that's an issue, pal.

It was a dreadful 20 minute drive there. Every question he asked me, he answered himself. As if I wanted to know everything he liked and hated about all 13 of his siblings. (I promise you, that was not an exaggeration. He really named them all and everything.) You could not possibly understand how excited I was when we got there and the music was so loud I couldn't hear him talk to me.

Except when he said, "Oh, you messed up!" How nice of him to let me know.

Just a few things you should also know: this was my first time going dancing and by the way he danced, seemed like his too.

We danced a couple of songs here and there, a few friends came up and said, "Hi" to him, and my favorite part of that date was dancing with a friend.

That friend had momentarily saved me, and I appreciated that more than you know.

The drive back to his car was just as awful as the drive there. He changed topics like a three year old who had just eaten a pound of candy. I couldn't keep up, so I just nodded and fake smiled. (I like to call that my awkward smile.)

I parked next to his car and it took 30 minutes to get him to even open the door and prop his leg out like he was going to get out. I was very much looking forward to the end of this date.

Right when I thought he was going to get out; he turned around, leaned over putting his elbow on my center console, and said, "Wanna go for it?"

I swear he even did a little dance with his eyebrows! Ew! I don't think I had ever shouted "NO!" so quickly or loud in my life!! He even had the gall to say "Didn't think so." Honestly, why even ask?!

But wait, there's more. In the next week, he texted me at least once everyday telling me how glad he was that I had such a good time with him and that he enjoyed his time too. What? Where did he get that impression from me? He even asked me to a more "intimate dinner date" for just the two of us. His words, not mine. Of course, we all know what my answer was.

One week from the date, my sister invited me dancing. Coincidentally, same place. We went. He was there too. He asked me all the same questions he had the week before. What a great listener. -_-

I really know how to pick 'em.