I'm second-guessing myself and thinking that I mis-read things, even though I technically don't think I did. No plans were made for a second date and I doubt I'll hear from him today, yet I've turned into a self-torture, second-guessing machine. I'm wondering whether I imagined the good time and whether he drove home thinking "well, thank goodness that's over cos I never want to see her again".
- It's a way to meet people - new city = meeting new people any way possible. My bookclub is filled with married women, so that's a negative!
- I've got nothing to lose - after my recent dating disaster where the guy had told his mother all about me before our first date and was planning my visit over the holidays and had probably named our kids, I figure this can't be worse.
He said he'd call today and .... he did. Then he call to let me know that his errands were taking longer than planned and would I mind if we went for dinner instead of out this afternoon. I'm still okay with this - no baby naming red flags here.
His photo looks really pretty boy like which makes me a little wary - either it's not really him or he's a potential player. Or I'm just being judgemental and should slap myself.
Anyway, dinner it is and while I'm obviously not going to be all glam considering it's -10 degrees celcius and snowing like mad, I'll still look purdy.
Wish me luck and hopefully this won't be a disaster story!!
Thighs are meant to be bigger than calves. It's a balance thing. It's a genetic thing. It's a HUMAN thing. Girls, if your thighs are no bigger than your calves or arms, you're TOO FREAKING THIN. If your legs cannot meet at any point whatsoever, you're TOO FREAKING THIN.
Eat something. Please.
I know I've been MIA for ages. Things have been good and busy and different and now I live in a different country, different hemisphere and different everything.
Life in Toronto is exciting and cold. I'm pushing myself to be everything I wanted to be before but was too scared to be or too stuck in a rut to do. I'm taking chances and leaping without looking. I'm swallowing my fears and just doing, trying not to think too much.
Doesn't that sound scary but exciting at the same time?
It's been 2 months since I waved my family goodbye at Melbourne airport and stepped through the gates to passport control. Seven weeks since I landed in Toronto to my new life. Six weeks since I started work and routine and life.
I am only seven weeks old really. A baby. Learning to take my first steps and learning that falling is not that scary. Sure, you get bruised and battered but you get up again and you learn.
And I'm definitely learning.
Bridge Over Troubled Water
What's up Doc?
Resuscitating the Old Horse