Board Games @ Midnight...

It didnt' happen at all like I thought it would:

• Bravo stopped calling; I got sick of it
• I called Othello; he invited me over for a moonlit walk
• Bravo begged me for another chance; I said I'd wait for him till he was better
• He still calls only intermittantly; went out for drinks with another woman and said he was too drunk to call me the other night
• Meanwhile Othello called every day when I was sick; brought DVDs, CDs, juice, 7-up and chicken soup over after work every night
• I've seen Othello every day for a week.

So that's the end of Charlie Bravo and the beginning of Othello. O is incredibly communicative and the more time we spend together, the more I like him.

Let's see where this one leads?

Time Machine

Dedadedadedadedade (think of the noise they made in Wayne's World)
We are now entering the way back maschine to This Tuesday Last.... on the second date of Dorothy and Bravo:

Sitting on Dorothy's chaise lounge, Bravo was stroking Dot's leg with his foot. She thought it was so sensual, and then Bravo said "This is the most sensual moment this far in my life..." Dorothy was feeling significant when she asked if he could do anything at that moment... what would it be? (she was hoping for a kiss - they had not shared one yet).

Bravo said "I would stop time and enjoy this moment for a lifetime"....

Sigh.

Dedadedadedadedade ....
Back to present.

Sigh.

Laid to Waste

This morning was the last place I was looking for spiritual guidance. Actually I never even think of it at work.... And Elf comes in, asks me about my recent dating life (I felt so tossed and turned dating three at once)....

Then he shared this with me:

Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)

5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
6 in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths straight.

It laid my soul to waste.... God? I got nothin'.

I haven't been able to discern why Bravo is the guy who spoke to my heart and soul - barely even have feelings for the guy, let alone love.... He's different than anyone I've ever known.

Little by little, I feel the stones falling from my wall. He doesn't scare me. Bravo is non-threatening. In many ways, he's a lot like me - strong work ethic, gives himself a hard time for not doing the right things.... His own worst critic.

I might understand him. He might understand me. Nice.

And it seems that the more I let go and let God... the better support I have here at the office, and in life. (Thanks Jesus, for Duckies).

--Dot.

Conservation and Conservatives do not a Romantic Evening Make

Charlie Bravo is a conservative. His exact words to me last night, while we were grilling giant hunks of red meat in my back yard, was "George W. Bush is, like, the best president we've had since Ronald Regan." Also the words "We should Bomb Iran" were heard.

I am a semi-conservative tree hugger. You can bet that this didn't roll well with me. Romantic evening. Wine. Meat. Okay, some salad too (avocadoes, red onion, bacon, strawberries, baby spinach, mustard-balsamic vinaigrette)... and Mister Conservative Right Wing Bravo at my side.

Well at what point does one say "I don't really care about politics" and "Shut up and kiss me"? Yeah, alright, we got there too... but there were some moments hanging in the balance where I wondered if I was going to send him home with his food wrapped in foil.

This morning I'm nursing a cold. Funny thing about that - Bravo had a cold last night.... Sigh. Butterflies, uncertainties, conservative politics... Lots to think about.

Dot.

A Long Story

It all started with three dates in three days with three different men.

Garbageman-boy is 6' 5" and works upstairs from me and we met online, but also ran into eachother in the market about 20 minutes later. Went out Thursday and Saturday of last week. Sweet, cute, called me a "gorgeous babe" and said I have "quaint feet" - size 8. His are (get this ladies) size 15! But he's largely unmotivated and his hands are exact duplicates of Nelson's and it disturbed me.

Charlie Bravo is a human version of the cartoon character Johnny Bravo. Seriously. Look at his picture:

See what I mean? :-) We went out Sunday and Tuesday. Unfortunately his car was broken in to and he lost all of his CDs. Fortunately, I have a wicked music collection and let him peruse it after dinner Saturday. Hmm.... he played footsies with me while both of us had our feet on the coffee table... it was so sweet, I just looked at him and we totally smooched! It was really nice. Then he bodily picked me up (me, seriously. As a tall German, big-boned and built for comfort, not speed, I'm not light) and carried me to the kitchen for another beer. (swoon).

Meanwhile, Othello and I had a date already planned for Monday. He was sweet and we had lots of things in common. But he was way forward, and I already wanted to see Bravo again anyways.

So Charlie Bravo it is! I took a few days of heart-breaking, but Bravo is coming over on Saturday after work and I'm cooking dinner for him.

--

On other fronts:

I miss my family so much.

Work is good, but I feel ineffectual since my program is stuck in testing until wildfire season is over.

School is an exciting prospect, but again, I'm nervous.

Gonna see that Al Gore movie soon. Can't get there when you're dating 1000 people at once. LOL

Peace, and have a nice weekend. I'm off to the Pumpkin Patch for a wedding this afternoon.

Dot.