Squawking like a Chicken....
Received an invitation for the annual semi-formal dinner dance for the University I attend. My initial thought was to handle it the same way as I handled the last three invitations and tossing it into the garbage can.
This year, however, I hesitated. Perhaps I hesitated too long because soon my brain was churning with thoughts of "what if...." and "who would I ask...."
I am a single mother, age 42. I don't date. My friends are all single moms or married moms. We are nearing middle age --- date? Who has time? I work full time, go to school full time and raise children. Shit, if I didn't get up before them in the morning I wouldn't have time to use the bathroom by myself.
Not only that - but I really don't find men that appealing on a personal/commitment level. I have an exhusband. I am kinda soured on the idea of another man in my life. Besides - I have three children what do I need a fourth one for? I have batteries for my "toys". Other than maybe a crude joke now and then and a little extra money to bicker over --- what exactly could a man offer me? Love? - don't believe in that. Adult companionship - I have friends. Someone to talk to - again, friends work just fine.
So....back to the invitation in my hand. I kept it. I pondered. I pondered some more.
I decided to go - with an escort.
There is a gentleman at my office who I have a fairly comfortable friendship with. No romance, no sparks. But we talk and enjoy similar music. I decided I would ask him. No harm if he says no. However the fact that he is single, in the right age bracket, and intelligent does make me wonder if this would be classified as a date. Ugh, I hate albatrosses in my stomach. I will email him on Monday and ask him to stop by my office later.
Monday morning - I send the email.
I panic. Shit, I really panic.
Without thinking, I raced into Erik's office and boldly without thinking asked him to be my escort to the dinner dance. He says "yes" provided his calendar at home is clear (this means he need to check in with his partner).
Yes, I pulled the pathetic "ask the gay guy to escort me" routine. I hang my head in shame. I am woman, hear me whimper.
Now I am going to have to think up something to discuss with Greg.
Who knows, maybe Erik's calendar is already booked for that night.
Maybe I can do this all over again on Wednesday.
cluck, cluck
This year, however, I hesitated. Perhaps I hesitated too long because soon my brain was churning with thoughts of "what if...." and "who would I ask...."
I am a single mother, age 42. I don't date. My friends are all single moms or married moms. We are nearing middle age --- date? Who has time? I work full time, go to school full time and raise children. Shit, if I didn't get up before them in the morning I wouldn't have time to use the bathroom by myself.
Not only that - but I really don't find men that appealing on a personal/commitment level. I have an exhusband. I am kinda soured on the idea of another man in my life. Besides - I have three children what do I need a fourth one for? I have batteries for my "toys". Other than maybe a crude joke now and then and a little extra money to bicker over --- what exactly could a man offer me? Love? - don't believe in that. Adult companionship - I have friends. Someone to talk to - again, friends work just fine.
So....back to the invitation in my hand. I kept it. I pondered. I pondered some more.
I decided to go - with an escort.
There is a gentleman at my office who I have a fairly comfortable friendship with. No romance, no sparks. But we talk and enjoy similar music. I decided I would ask him. No harm if he says no. However the fact that he is single, in the right age bracket, and intelligent does make me wonder if this would be classified as a date. Ugh, I hate albatrosses in my stomach. I will email him on Monday and ask him to stop by my office later.
Monday morning - I send the email.
I panic. Shit, I really panic.
Without thinking, I raced into Erik's office and boldly without thinking asked him to be my escort to the dinner dance. He says "yes" provided his calendar at home is clear (this means he need to check in with his partner).
Yes, I pulled the pathetic "ask the gay guy to escort me" routine. I hang my head in shame. I am woman, hear me whimper.
Now I am going to have to think up something to discuss with Greg.
Who knows, maybe Erik's calendar is already booked for that night.
Maybe I can do this all over again on Wednesday.
cluck, cluck
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