…with The Flirt on Saturday night.  And apparently, a number of you didn’t like me keeping the details to myself.  

I’m glad that you care.  :-)

(Or should I be annoyed by your nosiness? Meh…either way.)

There was a reason why I didn’t want to blog about her right away.  There was a reason why I didn’t want to blog about the date right away.  

Okay, here’s the situation and here’s why I needed to think about things before blogging about them.

But first…

(heh)

Clapping along with Diego

I had The Ankle Biter during the day on Saturday.  We had gone to visit my parents and spent a good chunk of the day there.  At one point, he and my mom sat on the couch and watched Go Diego, Go together.  They were both smiling and even began to clap along together at one of the songs.  I don’t know if my smile could have been any bigger.

So I took him back to his mom and got ready for my date.  

Let me preface this by saying that I wasn’t expecting this date to be anything big…nothing fancy…nothing spectacular.   This was going to be me taking my time, tip-toeing my way back into the dating scene again.

I called her at 5:30pm and told her that I was on my way over.

“No you’re not.”

“Yeah…I am, actually.”

“No…you said that you were dropping off The Ankle Biter between 5 and 5:30.”

“Right…and it’s 5:30…”

“SH*T!!“

She had totally lost track of time but told me to come over anyway because she’d be ready in 30 minutes.  I took my time…stopped at the bank…put some gas in the car…and made my way over to her house.

Needless to say, she wasn’t ready.

But you know what?  She was already confident enough in herself to answer the door with COMPLETELY messed-up hair and wearing baggy pajamas (she had just gotten out of the shower).  She actually took the time to give me a tour of her house before deciding to get ready.  

The restaurant

We made it to our reservation just five minutes late…no biggie.  The restaurant was a family-oriented restaurant, but it wasn’t McDonald’s.  It wasn’t overly expensive, but the entrees ran about $17-$25 each so it wasn’t a “value menu” place, either.  While extremely busy (EVERYWHERE is busy on a Saturday night), it wasn’t really very loud.  That meant we were able to just sit back and talk and not have to yell across the table in order to have a conversation.

And that’s what we did.  From our arrival at 7:05pm thru til 9:15pm…we just sat at our little 2-seater table and talked.  We ate (it was a “meh” meal) and each had a beer.  Once we finished, we still found ourselves talking 30 minutes after paying for the bill.

We then went back to her place for a nightcap.  And before all of your minds go crazy wondering if Canadian Bald Guy got some, just know that I’m not going to divulge that information.  Honestly…who wants to hear me brag about a sexual event IF it even happened?

So what happened?  We talked.  A lot.  She made me a chocolate martini and I quickly remembered why it is I only drink beer (lol).  We talked.  We drank.  We kissed.

I’m not going to say whether or not anything else happened.  I just don’t see the need one way or the other.  What I will say is that I joined her for brunch on Sunday (whether or not I left and came back or just stayed there is entirely up to you and your imaginations).  She cooked for me…French toast, hash browns, scrambled eggs, bacon…the works.  I was extremely impressed.

After lunch I went back home and began to prepare for The Ankle Biter’s 3-day stay with me during the week.  The remainder of Sunday was a relaxing, beautiful spring day.

Okay, so you may be wondering…after all of this…why I was hesitant to initially write about her and Saturday night.

We got along really well.  REALLY well.  But I couldn’t help but compare her.  I just couldn’t help it.  I was comparing our connection to the connection I previously had with K.

That’s not fair, either.  It’s not fair to me…it’s certainly not fair to her.

The connection that K and I had was unique.  It was something, quite frankly, I don’t expect to find again.  And I’ve been trying to reconcile that with the connection I have with The Flirt.

The Flirt and I get along.  REALLY well.  She’s attractive…smart…slightly agressive…financially & mentally stable.  She makes me laugh and she makes me horny; a VERY good combination.  But I know that the connection isn’t as strong with her as it was with K.  And that bothered me yesterday…which is why I didn’t want to write about it.

And that’s not to say that the connection we have isn’t a good one.  I talked with The Flirt earlier tonight and we laughed a bit more on the phone.  We’re definitely going to see each other again, it’s just a matter of working the timing around our weekends when we don’t have our kids.  

I don’t really know how to put this into the words that I want to express.  On one hand it’s a little sad to know that the connection isn’t immediately as good as it was with K in the beginning.  On the other hand, this is “in person” and isn’t something taking place over the internet…so maybe it’s more real, as is the connection.

Maybe I just have to give the whole thing time.  Maybe I need to not have such high expectations.  Maybe I just need to realize that every relationship is unique and different and if there’s a connection, then that needs to be explored to see if it’s really a good one or not.

And that’s what I plan to do.