Constructive Dating

I met a man last night. I couldn’t write and so I decided to walk to the bar across the street and have a drink. While I was there, I got a text from an Irish man I met in the Dominican Republic. We’re supposed to meet again in Vegas this October and he was asking if that plan was still a go, to which I responded, “Probably.” Now this is a story for another time, but considering this man actually is married, though in the process of a divorce, I don’t put a lot of stock or effort into maintaining this “thing” we have.

As I sat at the bar texting my best friend, I was interrupted by a man asking if he could buy me a drink. He invited me to his table and in the end, I gave his friend my number. The man that bought me a drink was very talkative. He was kind and thoughtful, but very opinionated. The friend was soft spoken, but I liked the way he watched me. He was also very handsome, part Turkish and Armenian.

When I left the bar he texted to tell me he loved my “professional behavior.” He also mentioned that my smile attracted several people and he liked that I focused on who I was talking to. We’re going to dinner tomorrow night, for another one of my dinners and conversations. The way I think of it is like this, if you don’t play the lottery, you ‘ll never win. Eventually, I will meet someone I love spending time with and in the meantime, I’m picking up new characters for my book.

On a mom note, I was watching my daughter and her friend Clara tonight (a freelance babysitting gig) and I went outside to take out the trash. Clara, a feisty 2 year old, managed to lock me out. I was so nervous because my phone was in the house so I had no way of contacting my boss. I was knocking on the door and trying to sound very clear when I begged, “Clara, unlock the door.” My daughter, I knew would have no idea how to do this. I was petrified knowing my 3 year old and this 2 year old were stuck inside without me.

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Luckily, I found my way in through the back door. Once I took a few breaths I realized their town home had a back entrance. I know…I was only trapped outside for five minutes though so give me a break=(

Tonight, I am experiencing a touch of writers block. I have a new character in mind, but I don’t know what I want to do with him. Instead, I’ll fall asleep meditating on it and usually I dream something good. Sometimes.

Good night loves:)

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