And short. Like, five feet tall. Practically a Munchkin. I was teasing her through text about how "flingable" I found her to be. Heh.
Athletic. With a cute little four-year old girl. Works as a psychologist at the Max. Divorced two years. Only been out on six dates since February.
Hmm. Although *I* thought the date went well, I never know for sure until the after-date texts come in and so far, we've exchanged two. One that said, "it was so nice to finally meet you! :)" that brought a smile to my face. I answered with, "I hope I met your (high) expectations!" and a grinning emoticon right after that. Still waiting on her response, as we have this slow texting thing going on, and she's pretty busy.
We talked about a bunch of different things. I managed to crank out a few insights on psychology and what I observed from people, and learned a few things about what it's like working at a prison. Pretty fun date. Spent an hour and a half on the patio outside of Starbucks before she had to leave to pick up Parker (her daughter) from daycare.
I don't know. I know I'm not smitten, or deeply impressed by her, or anything really, I just know it was a good time and I was myself, so, that meant jokes and insightful banter. She smiled and laughed more than a few times to let me know I was keeping on track. The hug we exchanged at the end felt really nice, too. I could feel her melting in my arms like a warm chocolate bar left out in the sun.
Thing is though, she's the epitome of the Strong Empowered Independent Woman (SEIW) (TM) that I kind of have a little contempt for. Not because she is strong and empowered, but because society (media) has been cramming SEIWs down our throats through just about every medium, from movies to video games. I'm pretty well sick of it, and had that conversation with Vanesa as well, using Fifty Shades of Grey as a focal point for some of my opinions.
The reason why I said, "thing is.." is not because I'm intimidated by her, rather the opposite, I'm very much not. The "thing" is, is that she really doesn't seem to have much of a desire or a place for a man in her life. When I asked her what her expectations were as far as having a boyfriend goes, all she said was she wanted someone to go out and have fun with. Yeah, "fun" is quite the subjective word to be using, and it can mean anything from crashing into each other inside of bumper cars, or having hot monkey sex with her slim, athletic body pressed up against the wall as I lift her up and...
Wait, where was I? Oh. Huh. Women.
No, really. Where was I? haha... Oh yeah, she doesn't place much of a priority on finding a guy to fit in her life. And upon further conversation, I began thinking that she wouldn't be the sort to do anything like this:
I call that, the "Carolyn Special". An apple, a knife and fork, flowers, and two gift cards.
I wish I could use emoticons on this blog, because that picture/gesture deserved a laughing smiley face. I suppose typing, "fucking LOL", will have to suffice.
Going back to what I was saying, yeah, I don't think Vanesa is the sort to do things like that. She's an SEIW, meaning that I'm lucky to be getting an apple for breakfast, never mind a nicely decorated tray with gift cards on it. Just don't see stuff like that in her genetic makeup, and I'd really like to.
I'm not sure how goofing around with Vanesa would be. I teased and joked with her, and she laughed, but she didn't really reciprocate with teasing and joking on her own. I'm not even sure if she's capable of it.
I'd like that. I miss... that. I'd like to have it again.
I'd like for her to come back.
But.. that's not the way the cookie is crumbling, I suppose.
Or has crumbled. I still need to give her those tickets, eventually, before I'm out of her life for good.
After that, I got myself one of those wood fired pizzas (no, I didn't learn my lesson) from Blaze, which is this new place that allows you to put unlimited toppings on your pizza for around ten bucks.
It was good. Not drop-down foaming at the mouth awesome; but still pretty good. I assembled this all veggie pizza with not one, not two or even three– but four different types of cheeses. Mozzarella, parmesan, goat cheese and some other kind of mozzarella. Spinach, basil, olive oil, garlic, mushrooms. Pretty much what I thought the *perfect* veggie pizza would be.
Oh, and prior to the date, I had a great conversation with the lady working at River City Cigars when I went to buy my smokes this morning. She's three months pregnant, with a ring on her finger, but we had a fun discussion regarding one of our favourite vices. Smoking.
Eh, not really sure how much of it I want to be writing about in this post, but our 15 minute chat inspired me to do a little research into whoever it is that is responsible for the regulation of tobacco in this province. Did you know they BANNED flavoured cigarettes/cigarillos in Alberta? That includes menthol. I mean, holy shit, I had no idea. I later was composing this letter in my head that I planned on sending to whoever is responsible for this sort of decision (including putting a ridiculously HUGE warning label on the pack itself) and I was going to detail, from a smoker's perspective, how badly this governing body has been fucking up in regards to getting people to quit smoking. Warning labels aren't going to do anything. Banning flavored cigarettes aren't going to do anything. REMOVING the nicotine content listing from cigarettes, is a completely bone-headed thing to do. So is making all cigarette packs all of one color (which eventually is going to happen). I started compiling a list of "suggestions" in my head about how best to reduce the population of smokers, and encouraging them to quit. I should know, I'm a smoker, dammit. I'd like to quit, but I also enjoy the nicotine off of it. So provide me with an all natural, additive-free tobacco alternative to get my nicotine fix AND enjoy the feel of stepping outside for a few minutes to puff one down in silent contemplation. You can start by promoting organic cigarettes, and by pumping more money into subsidizing products that aid in quitting. Not making things confusing for those who smoke, and making them out to feel like a bunch of retarded children who have no idea which way is up or down.
Also, Roger came by this morning, looking extra-mischevious. I actually didn't see him as I walked by the side of the house, and came within inches of stepping on him, before he bounded away a short distance to safety.
(CSI voice) "Enhance..."
Roger is one cute bunny I tells ya. If you look closely at the photo (or enlarge it via clicking) you can see that smile on his face. As if he's trying to tell me that he has it good, and that my life sucks.
Maybe he's right, maybe not. But we'll see Roger, (shakes fist) we'll see.
I still have a few years left in me to turn things around.
I hope.
Nobody ever knows these things.
