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My laptop has been shipped! Yesterday, which means it will probably arrive at my parents place sometime next week. I think I will plan to go home for Saturday, maybe Friday/Saturday, to pick it up, and then come back to Waterloo so I can go to church and see all the students again.
My date went well. He arrived at 4 on Friday and didn't leave until 10:00 (at night) on Saturday. He didn't have to stay that long... he could have gotten up in the morning and left right away. Wasn't like we were doing anything special. Just watched Saturday TV movies and M*A*S*H and not much else. But he did stay that long, and I liked that he stayed that long.
We did try to go look at a house he's thinking of buying. Arrived before the realtor, so we got to stand around and gape at the rotting fire escape and crumbling brick. Then, the realtor arrived, all chatty and personable, like a realtor is supposed to be. I thought it was kind of amusing. I'm sure the realtor thought I was a wife or serious long-term girlfriend. Most people don't go house shopping on their second date.
Anyway, we couldn't get into the house. Kind of disappointing. For some reason, the key didn't work. The realtor fought with it for about five minutes, took us around back, but decided he'd break his neck if he tried to go down the suspicious looking back stairs to the basement door. Fought with the front door again, then apologized and gave up. I imagine it would be pretty disappointing for a realtor trying to sell a house to not even be able to get in in order to show it.
Anyway. No plans for another date yet. But I'd be surprised (and disappointed) if there wasn't one. I like him. I like that he's so far from pretentious, we can just snuggled on the couch all afternoon, watching whatever happens to be on TV. We can get a bad movie and don't have to worry about wasting our time. We don't have to have any deep conversations about what we most desire in life and I don't have to worry that I'll give the wrong answer if and when we do have such conversations. And there's very little that sets off alarm bells in my head about him. (Okay, so the fact that he doesn't read much is kinda sad... but that's more like an alarm windchime. In the background, but not yet bothersome.) So I feel like I can kinda relax and actually have some fun with him without being so concerned about How To Make It Work.
He's the first guy I've dated whom, if we continue to see each other, I won't even have to ask if he wants to come to church with me on Sunday mornings.
My date went well. He arrived at 4 on Friday and didn't leave until 10:00 (at night) on Saturday. He didn't have to stay that long... he could have gotten up in the morning and left right away. Wasn't like we were doing anything special. Just watched Saturday TV movies and M*A*S*H and not much else. But he did stay that long, and I liked that he stayed that long.
We did try to go look at a house he's thinking of buying. Arrived before the realtor, so we got to stand around and gape at the rotting fire escape and crumbling brick. Then, the realtor arrived, all chatty and personable, like a realtor is supposed to be. I thought it was kind of amusing. I'm sure the realtor thought I was a wife or serious long-term girlfriend. Most people don't go house shopping on their second date.
Anyway, we couldn't get into the house. Kind of disappointing. For some reason, the key didn't work. The realtor fought with it for about five minutes, took us around back, but decided he'd break his neck if he tried to go down the suspicious looking back stairs to the basement door. Fought with the front door again, then apologized and gave up. I imagine it would be pretty disappointing for a realtor trying to sell a house to not even be able to get in in order to show it.
Anyway. No plans for another date yet. But I'd be surprised (and disappointed) if there wasn't one. I like him. I like that he's so far from pretentious, we can just snuggled on the couch all afternoon, watching whatever happens to be on TV. We can get a bad movie and don't have to worry about wasting our time. We don't have to have any deep conversations about what we most desire in life and I don't have to worry that I'll give the wrong answer if and when we do have such conversations. And there's very little that sets off alarm bells in my head about him. (Okay, so the fact that he doesn't read much is kinda sad... but that's more like an alarm windchime. In the background, but not yet bothersome.) So I feel like I can kinda relax and actually have some fun with him without being so concerned about How To Make It Work.
He's the first guy I've dated whom, if we continue to see each other, I won't even have to ask if he wants to come to church with me on Sunday mornings.