I don’t have my kids this weekend which kind of sucks because it’s Easter, but since the divorce I’ve never had them on Easter. It’s not one of the defined holidays in the parenting plan and it never falls on my weekend, or it hasn’t yet.
So I made some plans.
I asked the Young One if he was available and interested in getting together on Friday and he responded positively. I figured he would since I backed out on him last time. He’s a really nice guy, I can’t deny that. I’m looking forward to seeing him for a variety of reasons, none of which I’m sure escape you. He sent me a text last night and asked me a running question. I answered the simple question and then he asked another.
I can text with the best of them (thanks to it being the only way my children like to communicate) but I have to say that texting is one of the things I hate most about dating. The first man I dated after my divorce was “B.” He was older and did not text. He barely used his cell phone for anything other than making and receiving phone calls. It wasn’t until about six months before we quit seeing each other (I feel like I’ve grown a bit since that last sentence doesn’t say “before he dumped me”) that I convinced him to check out a smart phone. He checked them out, purchased one, loved it and I’d say within the last 2 months of our relationship he started texting. It was not his primary form of communication with me, he preferred in person or phone conversation and I did too. But it did please me when he sent me texts. Probably because I knew he was pretty anti-text and was doing it simply to make me happy.
Since B, though, every guy I have met, dated, talked to, is infatuated and/or addicted to texting. It’s annoying to me. I prefer to hear inflections, laughter and attitude. Blue Eyes use to text so much it was like a 2nd job to keep up a conversation. I had to tell him to stop. He still texts me, but its way less and we have graduated to talking on the phone more often. He also knows I’m not always inclined to answer his texts because it annoys me. If he needs an answer he’d better call.
So the Young One texted me a couple of times last night and instead of responding to his second text I just called him. He was surprised that I called so I had to clue him in on my annoyance with never-ending text conversations. He laughed at me which I found amusing probably only because it was him.
I called because I was intrigued by his questions about running. What was he doing? He told me he’d been running every other day since the last time we got together. Can’t tell you how happy that made me. Not because it’s a requirement a man I sleep with run, but because when we first met he expressed an interest in it and an interest in ultimately running with me and here he was following through. That was awesome. I can’t begin to tell you how many men I’ve met who feel compelled to tell me they run or plan to take up running and how ultimately they will kick my ass at it and then never do anything. The Young One actually took action, did something. Not only that in the course of our conversation he also told me he bought a new road bike so he was all prepared to hit Springwater with me whenever I wanted. Surprised and pleased. He’s made two moves in my direction that don’t involve sex.
I like it very much.