Tonight I'm going on an actual DATE. With a real man. With a person who seems to like me as a person. Who thinks Mitt Romney is a loser. (yay!) And wants to volunteer to get out the vote in Dallas for Obama.
We're going to see Band of Skulls, who are a lot like faved bands of old Rolling Stones, Cream, but newer. SEE bandofskulls.com
And he dances. I've never danced with a guy before. I'm afraid I'll lead by accident because I've danced by myself in every relationship I've ever had. I'm kinda giddy. I'm 47, nearly 48 years old and I'm giddy, because I don't think I've ever actually dated in my life. Was married for 27 years, but it was like we met and started talking and kept talking for 27 years. It became convenient to be married and have children because it kept the conversation going. Then he left me for a different conversationalist. Oh well. We still talk.
But there wasn't a dating phase. We talked for 18 hours straight and then he spent the night and the next day and the next night he went home to get his stuff. Came back and that was the end of the dating phase. We didn't actually have sex for more than a month after he had moved in. And then it was like a Dawson Creek thing, where two best friends do it, and then feel good but awkward for a long time. But we kept going on for 27 years! And a mortgage and a business and 3 children. But after all those goals were met he was done. Sigh.
So now, I'm going on an actual date. Where he buys dinner. Bizarre.