Alright, for those of you who asked for details, here’s how the week of marathon pseudo-dating with The Music Man went.
Wednesday: Meet, flirt, get invited to Friday night concert.
Friday afternoon: The Music Man shows up with music professor’s wifey and asks me to lunch with them. He makes sure I’m still coming to the concert that night.
Friday night: The actor guy from Little Shop of Horrors I was crushing on showed up to the concert The Music Man played in. He asked me out to lunch during intermission and I said yes. At this point, I still see the whole concert invite from The Music Man as a friendly-yet-slightly-flirtatious thing followed by a group dinner for the performers and their guests. No harm in setting up a date with a nice man, right? Wrong.
When the concert ended and I met up with The Music man, it suddenly did feel like a date (FYI: I looked cy-ute!) . Then Actor Guy shows up with his friend who played in the concert too and I have both of them standing next to each other looking at me, expecting my usual flirtatious attentions. Shit-on-a-stick. So, basically, I try not to flirt with either of them while pretending I don’t feel like a total hooker who set up a date with one guy while on a date with another guy.
Also, everytime I meet up with The Music Man, I feel like my comedic mojo is waning. (Fat Girl Dating Rule #1: The fat girl has to be funny. She doesn’t get to skate by on her looks. She has to actually make up ground with her personality.) So, while I’m still enjoying myself, I’m not sure he is. I feel this is confirmed when he says he’s tired and might not make it to the 5K run/walk on Saturday morning. Sigh.
Saturday morning: Good news–The Music Man shows up to the 5K. Bad news–I actually do have to exercise in front of him. Where’s the justice, I ask? Where? I did make it the whole way without collapsing or having a heart attack. Always a good place to start. After the verrrrrry long walk, I assumed we were done and I’d never see the guy again and no matter how many times he showed up or invited me to outings, he obviously wasn’t that interested because he had yet to ask for my number. *shrug* Okay, I had fun while it lasted. Buh-bye Music Man.
Saturday afternoon: Just as I’m about to leave, The Music Man invites me to lunch with him and the music professor and his preggo wifey. I have more fun, but again, when we were done, that seemed like the extent of my association with The Music Man. He did try to invite me out to something Saturday night, but I had to moderate the chat for Romance Divas, so I had to beg off. Then I got a hug, his card…including his email, cell, and home numbers, with a somewhat lukewarm “Keep in touch. You know, email me sometime.” Sigh. Still fretting over how to appear witty/interesting/attractive via email…
So, my evaulation of this dating gymnastics routine: good performance overall–a little rough on the dismount.
