Meeting Red, part II

Red called me a week ago, to let me know that he has secured an apartment 2 hours closer to town, away from his ex, and with his twin boys.

The man is charismatic, Christian and full of hope. The best I ever felt about the future was when I had true hope with Nelson, my ex husband. I kind of feel this way about Red... not in a scary bad way... but in a scary good way.

So we met for an impromptu coffee this morning and I realized that he's shorter than me and probably 50 lbs heavier than me. Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that. But he captured my attention. Guess it's just one day at a time, now.

Prayers?

Hormones are Bad... sometimes

Every girl has to admit that the bitchy-PMS hormones are enough to create havoc where there was peace, to create drama where there was harmony. But I contend that it also makes us hyper-sensitive to people invading our spaces, who may be up to no good.

Since my last post, there've been a number of first-date disasters. But what do I care? It's only a first date, right? I get to know people... start having a crush on them... meet them and realize they're close to 300 lbs and eat sweets but appear that they will have diabetes in the near future. Or, they are really cute, have a good job, but worship "the Universe"... instead of, say, God.

The early-morning dread when I wake up has gotten worse... but it has prompted me to pray for inner peace and comfort, and the will "not to do anything stupid".... I'm so busy I don't know when I ever had time to date!

Hard-Case Part II

So Coffee Shop Mystery Man was at the coffee shop today. It's been 3 weeks or more since we went out last, and ... suffice it to say I wrote Mystery Man off...

Imagine my surprise when I get a TEXT Message... a TEXT MESSAGE at 8:40 tonight, asking "Yo, what's up?" to which I said "Hanging with my friends" - in reality I'd just shampooed my hair and was in the midst of painting my toenails.

He asked if I'd been to the Grand -for all I knew it could be a restaurant or a parking lot! Mystery Man was allegedly "passing through down" and wondered if I'd like to go get a drink with him. Heart said "YES"... head said "Sorry MM, I'm super-busy tonight... how about a rain-check?"

*** What you just witnessed, was Dorothy the Hard-Case, doing the right thing for the SECOND TIME in ONE day!!! ***

BTW... he replied "AbsoPosiLutely" about the rain check!

So you tell me: why, at nearly 11 PM, am I still jittery-jumpy-shaky? Is it because I am drunk with power, or because I'm second-guessing myself. Or both?

Dorothy the Hard-Case

So I met Red online, we chatted for weeks, and ended up having coffee this past Monday. We hit it off and have many things in common. But he's got mega-major drama, including the fact that he lives 2-hours away, with his ex (he claims he's sleeping on the sofa).

I didn't hear from him all week, so I guessed that he was gone. But he popped back up this morning, acting all coy and goofy and cute.

This is our Text-conversation from moments ago:

Red: Hey cutie
Dorothy: Hey there... haven't seen you around here for a while.... get your phone fixed?
Red: No. Just had a lot going on sweetie. Missed you
Dorothy: Really? Sorry to hear that. Was afraid I totally frightened you at coffee and you ran for the hills Not really :-) Everything ok? I mean I was sorry to hear stuff was going on. (I'm a little flaky today - tired from staying up too late with my guitar!!)
Red: Lol im ok. No i didnt run. Lol i like you
Dorothy: (blushing)

Here's where it got funky....

Red: Kisses
Dorothy: Hey! Easy there, Tex... take it nice&slow. Aren't you still living with your ex?
Red: Yes. But a kiss is harmless right? Lol
Dorothy: Not until you have your own address. I'm not that kind of girl *at all* . I take no b.s.... not even from admirers.
Dorothy: Don't get me wrong - I like you. But I've been there and refuse to get entangled into something I have the ability not to.
Red: Fair nuff
Red: I understand and admire that
Dorothy: Very Good Red. I'm happy to hear that. Take your time, do things right, don't be a stranger, but keep your hands to yourself until it's right.
Red: Deal

I am convinced that I handled this properly, and that it is not too much to expect a man to move out of his ex's house, after they break up (there's a thing with his kids, their schooling, some other crap probably monetary... but I stand firm).

Give me some love people... did I do the right thing?

Dot.

I Need a Hero....

So it seems that Jac X'd me out of his life and while that bruised my ego, I agree it is all for the best.

What I struggle with today is: how am I supposed to meet people when can't seem to talk to them? How can I find the One that God has intended for me if I don't look for him?

I'm all mixed up, bruised and hurt, bleeding in my heart., confused.... Anyone ever hear the Chris Rice song called Hero?

I need a hero.... who'll dare to find me....

-dot.