Throwing Myself In Front Of A Train Is An Option

I said I wouldn't do this. I swore I wouldn't do this. That's why I am doing this. You just can't make this up.

Throwing one...two....three....grapes at the monitor.

You know, the world of midlife is dating is scary enough but when you circle round the same tree more than once that's downright insane. (Disclaimer: There are exceptions but that's in the event of a real relationship worth saving. Nuff said) I'm talking about simple dating. Casual. Nothing special. Except in this case I am the only one with enough memory bytes intact to remember. Picture this: You are having a first conversation with a potential date for an afternoon music in the park event. You discuss the details, the meeting place, the weather, the time, the guests.....and then it hits you.

I've seen this guy somewhere before.

In fact, we had been on a date - just one - four years ago from an online dating site. So I said, "Ummm....excuse me Mr. Can't-Remember-My-Sassiness but I think we've met."

Silence.

"Not possible. I'm quite sure that's not possible."

"Do you work at such-and-such on such-and-such avenue?"

"I used to."
"Uh huh."
"Were you divorced in the summer of 2002 and like to play pool?"

"Yes."

And then he changed the subject. Two can play this game Mr-Who-Dares-To-Insult-The-Que...."

I'm a Queen now ya know!
The nerve!!

He is talking about his hobbies, his musical tastes, his children, his life events and more and more confirming what I already knew.

The wheels start to turn and I am remembering the date. I met him at his work after several emails and phone calls. I followed him in my car to the restaurant (first date protocol for meeting a stranger). He was tall and good looking. Easy to talk to but fresh out of divorce and a wee bit too nostalgic about his former married life for my tastes. Red flag numero uno. We dined and wound up at a club with great music, a fancy pool table and too much smoke. Did I mention I hate pool? A lot of his friends "happened" to be there which I thought was very odd. Then the parking lot goodbye in which I distinctly remember looking straight at him and telling him that there really was no reason to see each other again. No chemistry (I said in a polite way). Kiss goodbye which further confirmed lack of said chemistry. See ya.


And now this?? Of course, that was all before I became a queen. Why does this bother me so? I am the one who didn't like him. Shouldn't I be OK with that?


Oh fiddle-dee! He's just a guy with a very very very bad memory. Either that or he dated thirty women that month. Or perhaps I mesmerized his senses to the extent that it took him four years to gain control of himself again. That's it!



But am I worried about this? Does this put a chink in my crown? Am I upset that her Royal Highness was apparently (gulp) F.O.R.G.E.T.T.A.B.L.E.?? Of course not!





And not only that, it was a very uncomfortable thing. He kept calling and I kept not answering after the third time explaining that I didn't think we had any chemistry and he really needs to get over his marriage first. And now this?

So what am I gonna do? I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna lock Homer up in the dungeon and sneak out on a date with a guy who doesn't remember me.


Why NOT?? Scarlett O'Hara would never miss this.

He's "checking his schedule" and we're going this week, that is, if he doesn't suddenly remember in a fit of sanity who I am.



I am not going to say a word until then.
And then I'm going to report back here on the blog.
Somebody's got some 'splainin to do. If on the off off off chance that chemistry has evolved as his brain cells depleted then I'll apologize and delete this post forever and ever amen. But I doubt it.

How could somebody forget a date with the Queen?

Don't mind me. I'll just be checking the train schedule.

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