Saturday Morn
Saturday morning. It's nor even 10:00 yet! I didn't go out at all last night. The girl I was supposed to meet up with started moving the goalposts around at 3:00 yesterday. Reason given? A female friend she tried repeatedly to get together with finally came calling, so she wanted to do that in order to cement her first friendship since moving to town. Obviously this is something I completely understand.
What was a little rough for me to swallow was that it left me to out on a Friday night. I'm new in this town too, so it's not like I have a supply of people to call on when free time rolls around. I was a little cheesed at that - "Oh, great, well now I've got nothin' to do" - but after a few hours and a restful sleep to think about it, I've been able to shelve my selfishness. What is a date, right? An iffy proposition. If things go fantastically well, you wind up with the best of a best friend, but that kind of outcome is rare enough to be strongly desired by so many people. Friendships have less risk and typically pay off through good times and bad, especially as significant others go, so how could I, in good conscience, not be happy enough to let her do that instead?
Exactly.
She let me know about it while I was at work. As breaking plans go, that's as fair a shake as a guy could ask for. If it happened in Bloomington I would've had places to go and things to do. It's only the less-than-ideal timing that kept me from re-upping and doing something else. So I took it on the chin and now I'm feeling better about the whole thing.
Plus, and this is an important plus, I didn't spend a dime. Pennies saved, pennies earned. Next weekend when I have my art museum date that money will come in handy, and I do have another "date" tonight anyhow, plus a lunch date with my aunties today. All's well that ends well, I suppose.
What was a little rough for me to swallow was that it left me to out on a Friday night. I'm new in this town too, so it's not like I have a supply of people to call on when free time rolls around. I was a little cheesed at that - "Oh, great, well now I've got nothin' to do" - but after a few hours and a restful sleep to think about it, I've been able to shelve my selfishness. What is a date, right? An iffy proposition. If things go fantastically well, you wind up with the best of a best friend, but that kind of outcome is rare enough to be strongly desired by so many people. Friendships have less risk and typically pay off through good times and bad, especially as significant others go, so how could I, in good conscience, not be happy enough to let her do that instead?
Exactly.
She let me know about it while I was at work. As breaking plans go, that's as fair a shake as a guy could ask for. If it happened in Bloomington I would've had places to go and things to do. It's only the less-than-ideal timing that kept me from re-upping and doing something else. So I took it on the chin and now I'm feeling better about the whole thing.
Plus, and this is an important plus, I didn't spend a dime. Pennies saved, pennies earned. Next weekend when I have my art museum date that money will come in handy, and I do have another "date" tonight anyhow, plus a lunch date with my aunties today. All's well that ends well, I suppose.