So, I tell this guy (who is completely sweet and nice) that I think our personalities are too far apart. That was my gentle way of telling him that I don’t see this going anywhere. He then tells me that he doesn’t really see that as a problem. Ok. I have no response to this. ”Let’s just see where it goes.” I said “ok”. Why, in the hell, did I say that?? I just couldn’t say, “Look, this ain’t happenin’.” I’m a wuss.
Anonymous asked: What would be your dream 24 hours?
Awesome question. Ok, I will try to describe something realistic….no dinner with dead people or flying from Paris to New York in 20 minutes.
Picture it, Chicago in the fall. I wake up at 8:01 in a luxury penthouse hotel room with a perfect view of Lake Michigan. I’m wrapped up in a big blanket and walk out onto the private deck to feast on waffles, fruit and fresh brewed coffee as I watch the boats sailing. Then my personal masseuse arrives and gives me a full hour of pleasure followed by a hot, oatmeal and lavender bath. Then I go out and visit the Art Institute, the Museum of Contemporary Art and then the Field Museum. Then meet up with my best girlfriends from college for a late sushi lunch followed by walking down Navy Pier, and us enjoying a street fair and music from all our favorite bands. Next, the man of my dreams picks me up in an open top Jeep Wrangler and we drive a few hours to the wilderness, listening and singing along to 80s rock all the way. We finally get to the destination, but still have to walk a mile through the woods as the sun is setting to get to our cabin. With a chill in the air, we build a big fire and grill steaks and then play an evening-long game of chess on the hearth as we talk and laugh and drink homemade beer. Then we curl up under thick covers in front the fire as Stay with Me starts to play and we just lay across that big brass bed, snuggled together, feeling the warmth of the fire and each other. Then we sleep…deep sleep. And I wake at 8:00 to the sight of him in pj bottoms, with a cup of coffee in his hand and standing at the stove, frying bacon.
That would be my perfect 24 hours….
So, I must be putting out some sort of “hit on me” vibe that I wasn’t aware of. I literally haven’t been asked out in months and then this weekend, bam! They are coming out of the woodwork! And it’s Anti-Dating Season…this is all very strange.