Mr. FD (a.k.a. Mr. Kissy-face) has been calling. Go figure. I can't imagine why he didn't think the date went well, since I was too dumbstruck by his ninja-kissing moves to let him know I wasn't really interested. I have been doing a pretty good job of putting him off so far, but now I'm thinking that maybe I should give him a second chance? I can't decide. My decision-making friends are split: Chanel, who is sometimes a lot like me in the too-nice department, agrees that a second date is totally do-able. Mamasita is ambivalent—she thinks the guy is a bit creepy, but who knows? It was the second date that did it for her and her husband, so might be worth the shot. Rowdy has completely forbidden it: "Are you high? Nothing good can come of this second-date nonsense. Don't answer your phone—you are such a sucker, I don't trust you to keep saying no." Additionally, I've got Rowdy's husband, Todd, who I can hear yelling in the background about how he is going to put his foot down against this idea and, as usual, playing the role of my overprotective big brother.
I decide to consult my dating-Yoda, also known as my sister, Rugrat. She is younger than me and out finishing law school in the Midwest, so we don't get to see each other as much as I would like, but we do very well with our telephone and text message relationship. She has been out in the dating world basically the entire time I was with my ex-husband, so while I have no experience in the past 7 years, she is full of it and offers it via text message as often as I need it:
DD: So what do u think? 2nd date w/ Mr. FD? Thots?
Rugrat: U get 3 dates. Thats the rule. U r still getting to know him up - but at #4 if ur not interested, then u r just in it for the free meal.I finally give in and agree to date #2 with Mr. FD. If nothing else, should provide me with entertaining material for my next blog.
Forever fearless,
Dumbfounded Divorcée
