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I was going to title this post "girl meets girls and boy", but I thought if I have that song stuck in my head, then everyone else can too.
Today's daily taunt is rather apt:
Middle age is when you've met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else. Ogden Nash (1902-1971) Poet
I guess that makes me middle aged, coz last night I met some new people. Two of them I instantly had that "I know you from somewhere" feeling (they live fairly close to me, so it is possible I've seen them before), and one of them was just like my middle sister - same mannerisms, same facial expressions, even the same hair.
I joined a website where you can meet up with other people and do activities that they, or you, organise. It's not a dating site or a singles site, but purely to get together and do activities with people. Last night, I went out of my comfort zone and met up with a bunch of girls I'd never met before, for a girls night out at a club. They were nice and it was fun. I danced till I wanted to hack my legs off at the knees, because my feet hurt so much.
I was doing pretty well with the back-off vibe, as were the other girls. The only boys who really didn't get a clue were off their faces drunk and all of about 18-20 years old. Sorry kiddos. Notice though, that I said was doing well. One boy, my age, got under my radar and I'm not exactly sure how, since he literally wasn't doing anything, wasn't really doing much of anything except smiling and standing on the dance floor.
One thing that really annoys me is people standing around on the dance floor. If you're not going to at least attempt to move, go stand somewhere else. This boy was standing near us, not approaching us at all, smiled when we looked directly at him, but kept to himself. He had amazing eyes and I think that's what made me not so annoyed at him for not following my dance floor rules. Still, after a while, I got frustrated and went over and asked him if he was dancing on the inside. We were instant friends after that. His name is Jason, so some of you who read here will understand, maybe, why that got me even more hooked. Sigh... anyway...
One of the girls I was dancing with started in with all the questions about singled/married/kids/etc etc. He passed muster in that regard. The topic of kids ended in everyone agreeing that pets are included in that category. He has dogs, I have cats, she has 3 kids. We all shared our respective photos on our phones. Felt a bit like a single parent meeting.
He is soooo wrong for me in terms of partner material, so that's definitely out. No chance. He smokes, he does party drugs, he's a dog person and he's just out of a relationship in which he got burned big time, too. All big negatives. He redeemed himself slightly by not really being a drinker, but the other stuff way outweighs that.
That didn't stop a conversation about going fishing one weekend and relentless pestering from the other girl for us to exchange numbers so that the fishing thing would actually happen. Not something I would normally do, especially considering all the above, but I did.
The ego boost from having someone who wasn't drunk being genuinely respectful and complimentary, was well needed and well timed. When I couldn't stand anymore and needed to go sit down somewhere, he walked with me down to the casino (only place there were any chairs!) and we sat and talked at the slot machines for a while. He took my hand, walking back to the club. That was a little overwhelming...but nice. Inside the club, a guy was walking around selling roses and he bought one for me. That was overwhelming...and made me feel a little guilty, but he wanted to and I'm smart enough to know it would have been bad form for me to refuse.
I'd driven to the city and picked up one of the girls on the way. He and his brother walked us back to my car at the end of the night. I said I didn't expect him to call. He said he would. We'll see. I dropped my passenger off at her house and got home just before 5am (holy cow! it's been a while since I've done that!) and received a text message shortly after saying he had a good time and thanking me for a nice night. I appreciate thoughtfulness.
Sooo not my type, yet such a nice person, and my ego got the boost it needed. Fishing may or may not happen. I really don't care. It's just good to know there are still nice people out there. And that includes the girls I met. I'm glad I went, for a lot of reasons. I almost didn't, but I know that the only way for me to get a bigger social circle is to actually be more social. I've booked in for 3 more, quite different events over the next few weekends and I'm looking forward to it. Some of the girls I met last night will be at those things and I'll get to meet more new people.
It's so nice to not be feeling unwell all the time and have the motivation and the energy to go out and have fun again - without any medication. I'm so glad I was brave enough to go out and make new female friends. It's sooo much harder to do that than to meet boys....and a much better thing for me to be doing right now.
Today's daily taunt is rather apt:
Middle age is when you've met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else. Ogden Nash (1902-1971) Poet
I guess that makes me middle aged, coz last night I met some new people. Two of them I instantly had that "I know you from somewhere" feeling (they live fairly close to me, so it is possible I've seen them before), and one of them was just like my middle sister - same mannerisms, same facial expressions, even the same hair.
I joined a website where you can meet up with other people and do activities that they, or you, organise. It's not a dating site or a singles site, but purely to get together and do activities with people. Last night, I went out of my comfort zone and met up with a bunch of girls I'd never met before, for a girls night out at a club. They were nice and it was fun. I danced till I wanted to hack my legs off at the knees, because my feet hurt so much.
I was doing pretty well with the back-off vibe, as were the other girls. The only boys who really didn't get a clue were off their faces drunk and all of about 18-20 years old. Sorry kiddos. Notice though, that I said was doing well. One boy, my age, got under my radar and I'm not exactly sure how, since he literally wasn't doing anything, wasn't really doing much of anything except smiling and standing on the dance floor.
One thing that really annoys me is people standing around on the dance floor. If you're not going to at least attempt to move, go stand somewhere else. This boy was standing near us, not approaching us at all, smiled when we looked directly at him, but kept to himself. He had amazing eyes and I think that's what made me not so annoyed at him for not following my dance floor rules. Still, after a while, I got frustrated and went over and asked him if he was dancing on the inside. We were instant friends after that. His name is Jason, so some of you who read here will understand, maybe, why that got me even more hooked. Sigh... anyway...
One of the girls I was dancing with started in with all the questions about singled/married/kids/etc etc. He passed muster in that regard. The topic of kids ended in everyone agreeing that pets are included in that category. He has dogs, I have cats, she has 3 kids. We all shared our respective photos on our phones. Felt a bit like a single parent meeting.
He is soooo wrong for me in terms of partner material, so that's definitely out. No chance. He smokes, he does party drugs, he's a dog person and he's just out of a relationship in which he got burned big time, too. All big negatives. He redeemed himself slightly by not really being a drinker, but the other stuff way outweighs that.
That didn't stop a conversation about going fishing one weekend and relentless pestering from the other girl for us to exchange numbers so that the fishing thing would actually happen. Not something I would normally do, especially considering all the above, but I did.
The ego boost from having someone who wasn't drunk being genuinely respectful and complimentary, was well needed and well timed. When I couldn't stand anymore and needed to go sit down somewhere, he walked with me down to the casino (only place there were any chairs!) and we sat and talked at the slot machines for a while. He took my hand, walking back to the club. That was a little overwhelming...but nice. Inside the club, a guy was walking around selling roses and he bought one for me. That was overwhelming...and made me feel a little guilty, but he wanted to and I'm smart enough to know it would have been bad form for me to refuse.
I'd driven to the city and picked up one of the girls on the way. He and his brother walked us back to my car at the end of the night. I said I didn't expect him to call. He said he would. We'll see. I dropped my passenger off at her house and got home just before 5am (holy cow! it's been a while since I've done that!) and received a text message shortly after saying he had a good time and thanking me for a nice night. I appreciate thoughtfulness.
Sooo not my type, yet such a nice person, and my ego got the boost it needed. Fishing may or may not happen. I really don't care. It's just good to know there are still nice people out there. And that includes the girls I met. I'm glad I went, for a lot of reasons. I almost didn't, but I know that the only way for me to get a bigger social circle is to actually be more social. I've booked in for 3 more, quite different events over the next few weekends and I'm looking forward to it. Some of the girls I met last night will be at those things and I'll get to meet more new people.
It's so nice to not be feeling unwell all the time and have the motivation and the energy to go out and have fun again - without any medication. I'm so glad I was brave enough to go out and make new female friends. It's sooo much harder to do that than to meet boys....and a much better thing for me to be doing right now.
posted by E in Oz at 5:45 pm
these thoughts escaped my brain at 5:45 pm
5 Comments:
I still say twenty bucks ;)
Good for you! When I was single, I considered joining one of those clubs- here it's called events and adventures. They plan the activity and you just show up with a bunch of other strangers.
It intrigued me.
The idea of meeting a bunch of new gal pals sounds terrific too.
Very adventurous, you are. Of course, you always have been!
Middle aged? Middle aged? And you call them boys? You cannot be middle aged by a long shot.
He'll call ... or there's plenty more fish in the pond to go fishing for.
SJ - good to see one of us is an optimist. LOL
RG - it's all false bravado, but it gets the same result. :-)
Aggie - they're all boys, no matter the age. I won't be bothered at all if he doesn't call. I don't think I'd be very nice to a boy right now. I certainly wasn't looking for one...but the confidence boost was nice.
SJ...just got two texts...what am I doing this weekend... Aarrrgh!
:-p
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