B called me Friday. He has been busy…blah blah blah. Not intentially leaving me to believe that telling him I missed him was weird and I had annoyed him, just too busy to send a text saying “no.” Whatever…I think he has technology issues. Like, sometimes he forgets it exists.
In spite of his technology issues, we somehow managed to connect enough on Saturday to realize that we were both free that evening and wanted to hang out with one another. It was somewhat miraculous. We had a great time, as we always do. Sunday we went to the bagel place that we’ve now been to 3 times. If this thing with B doesn’t work out I may not be able to go to the bagel place anymore, because it will remind me of him. Which sucks, because they have awesome bagels! After bagel eating, we went to the mall because B needed to buy some things. On his list were:
- Work shoes, brown
- Work shirts
- Funny long john-ish pants to wear while rafting
I didn’t understand at all what he was trying to describe about the rafting pants until we got to the sporting goods store and the salesman who was SO excited to help us led us to a rack of leggings. Now, technically they weren’t the same leggings the crazy women’s fashion industry has recently brought back from the 80’s, but they looked a hellofalot like that. Minus the lace at the bottom. Adding a “wicking” feature, something I learned a lot about yesterday.
We had fun shopping for his leggings. And he didn’t mind me calling them leggings, and I really appreciated that. Some men who weren’t so secure in their manhood would have had a problem with me calling their “protective rafting pants” leggings 50 or so times in an hour. But not B…he laughed too. And even called them his leggings once or twice. That right there is a good sign!
We also had fun in the mens shoe department. As it turns out we have similar taste in mens shoes. Which is another good sign. However we don’t have the same taste in womens shoes…but that’s okay because I don’t wear cute shoes for men to enjoy. I wear them for other women to enjoy.
So, now it’s back to the same B-boat…casual dating. Not knowing (nor asking) what he is thinking because it’s just too damn fun when we’re together to weigh it down with that conversation. So I have decided to do something I never do in dating…just go with it. I’m not going to try to label it something, or put a reason behind everything or stress over it. It is fun, gosh darnit, and I don’t want that to change!
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