Dating and the Ex

So, Doodlepants emails me yesterday afternoon asking if I want to go out to dinner because after NYE he isn't going to get to see me until next week. So, fine, we go eat, and I notice he's quiet, but if anything, I'm smart enough to know that if you don't fill up that silence, eventually men start blabbering. And he obviously has something to say, and I'm half waiting for him to say it isn't working out. So I'm halfway through my ahi tuna salad when he suddenly pops out with the fact that his ex (the gorgeous redheaded amazon - I found her blog...and it isn't really snooping when it's public, right?) has been texting him and just yesterday left the "last of his stuff" outside his house with a card "with all this stuff written in it". He's "freaked out" by it.

Uh-huh.

Even though it's none of my business, of course I get my back up. They only ever tell you half of the truth, so there was more to it than that, I'm sure. Still, I like this guy and he always pays (so, I'm shallow, but I have always been the one to pay so I'm enjoying it) and we really get along. So I ask him how he plans to handle it, or if he's going to handle it. Men are terrified of confrontation, so this is a chance for me to see how he deals with it. He says he doesn't know but that she tried this before and he isn't going to fall for it. I thought about asking him if he was going to tell her about me, but I discovered quite suddenly that I really don't care enough one way or the other.

So there's no telling what might happen now. At least I was viewing this one realistically, and a little suspiciously. I mean, you've pretty much plumbed the depths of man's ability to be duplicitous when you get a Tiffany bracelet from a married man who is on his way out of town for his honeymoon. It's entirely possible that Doodlepants could start seeing her again and I'd never know.

Maybe she can find the earring I lost somewhere between the kitchen and the couch and the bedroom that he couldn't find.

21st century dating and sensitive men

From the get-go, this whole dating thing has made me uncomfortable. Keep in mind I haven't actually "dated" someone since high school which was farther back than I will admit to in public. Back in high school, if you dated more than one guy at a time, even once, you got called some not so nice names by all the popular girls (and guys). So that is the memory and impression that is still with me as I trek through the Match.com jungle.

I went on a very nice date with Guy #1. We got along great and had fun. He wants to go out again, which is good, because I do, too.

I traded emails with another guy and he asked me out, and I suddenly found myself feeling very squeamish about going on a date with Guy #2, even though a date is just that, and it isn't like I'm in a relationship with anyone. Apparently, this is quite acceptable these days, going on multiple first dates at the same time, but it still bugs me. I feel like going on dates with other guys would be more of a distraction to me while I see what happpens with Guy #1. Fortunately (or not) Guy #2 sort of faded away, so I don't have to worry about him.

Is it just me being silly?

And on another topic, men have gotten just as sensitive and insecure as women! I got two emails on Tuesday from guys on Match.com. Unfortunately, Wednesday was a suck and I didn't get to my email at all. This morning, I have emails from BOTH of them, worrying that they upset me or turned me off somehow with their last communication! It really surprised me; I mean, what are the odds that I get not one but two paranoiacs checking me out? I emailed them both with apologies, when what I really wanted to say was that they really need to relax and realize that sometimes you don't get an immediate response...but that would be mean, I guess.