Well here I am back from "out there".
I made contact with the one that seemed most likely to be okay.
We went for drinks on the sunday night last week, that would have been the 5th March.
At a local pub where there with no civil seating arrangements, just bar stools at high tables dotted around the nearly empty room.
A bunch of dark Indian youths drinking jugs of beer and playing pool and enjoying themselves immensely, a few other people doing what people do at pubs and about 4 or 5 television sets airing various sporting events.
Add some nearly too loud music and you have the setting for our first date.
I realised half way through this event that I don't mind listening to other peoples life stories to a point (then I lose interest) but I couldn't sell my story for a penny.
I'm just not that into me.
Anyway, his shout, my shout, two glasses of wine later we wrapped up the evening with a promise (this foodie person) would cook for me on Friday evening, a lovely steak.
"How do you like your steak?" "Well done, absolutely no blood thanks"
We were to watch Better Homes and Gardens after viewing his attempts at growing culinary herbs and lemon tree, something we have in common.
The show was to be aired from Tasmania, his favourite place in the world ever and a place that I MUST visit before I croak.
Good attempt at growing herbs and lemon tree in containers, not a bad episode of BH&G (I hadn't seen it for years), light salad, corn on the cob and a mooing steak had on stable tables at TV while he sat as close to me as possible. I couldn't eat the steak there was that much blood flowing freely onto the plate.
Oh my dog! What was I doing there???
He has good hugs, solid kisses which I wasn't ready for.
Would I see him again? I don't know.
I've been doing my thing all weekend, overdosing on a tv serial on the computer with my feet up on the desk, eating burger rings and drinking Pepsi, petting my favourite greyhound as she came and went, basically going bohemian as much as possible.
Did I want to sacrifice that for sharing my life with someone? Did I want to have to interact with someone when I'd rather curl up and be left alone?
It would have been a different thing had I grown old with Col. It would have been acceptable and I probably wouldn't do these things.
I can come and go as I please, eat what I want if I want or not if I'm too lazy to cook. I can stray on my way home from work, go to the pictures and see what I want on my own, play medieval music or play my own instruments when I want.
So much I could sacrifice, but for the right person and I think that's what I'm saying here. I'm not sure yet that he's the right person. Only two dates isn't enough to tell.
He's lovely and all, not bad to look at, sort of earth worn, strong for his build, but then he is a male.
Works for Coles, department manager for fruit and veg and is doing a degree online for horticulture.
Like me he's not impressed with the public, has his gripes with management and is doing the best he can for his employers and his position.
He would be good company and good value as a life companion if what I've learned of him is what he is really like in the long term.
And the same goes for me.
If people didn't change after a commitment into their true skins once the fish has been landed.
I would truly kick a man to the curb if true (ugly) colours showed up later.
My worst fear would be a manipulating, forceful, mean man masquerading as a kind gentle soul to suck me dry.
I would hate for someone to use me for whatever money they could get out of me, you see it occasionally on current affairs where a man can suck a woman dry and then disappear.
That would be my dumb arsed luck.
Anyway, I think I will see him again, just to keep testing the waters so to speak, maybe invite him around for a meal, show him my herbs/lemon tree, I don't have a couch to eat tea off, Lily has confiscated that, fortunately I have a table. I am well set up. He'll have to accept the dogs eyeing off his food, accept my love of medieval stuff and my adoration of beautiful hearted Arne Koets.
Sigh. Arne Koets. lol. (That last for "theglaiveagain")