Four score and twenty years ago, I asked a guy out on a date. Well, it was more like: “Next time you’re in L.A., give me a call if you want to hang out.” I know. Being proactively vague is a gift. We ended up being together for 18 years.
Needless to say, I haven’t been on a date with someone new in quite a while. When I became newly single, I had no interest in dating – it wouldn’t have been a good idea until I found my own footing again. But I’m ready now and…rusty. Extremely rusty. It doesn’t help that I didn’t date that much before my last relationship.
Yesterday, I asked Wine Guy: “Would you be interested in meeting for coffee sometime?” Wow, I get more skilled as the decades fly by. Wait. Now that I think about it, it probably would have made more sense if I had asked him to meet up over a glass of wine. Anyways, he said yes, we exchanged numbers and…now what? I didn’t lock down a day and time. Was I supposed to do that? Why is this so awkward? I feel like I just went on a job interview after being out of the workforce for twenty years. Hi! Please hire me!
Clearly, I will be muddling through this whole dating thing until I get the hang of it. Or not. In the meantime, I respectfully and cautiously join the rest of the muddlers out there. Here’s to us.