Thursday, October 01, 2009

Whew.

Just got home from a dinner date, at the end of which the boy told me he didn't feel the spark and he didn't like to play games. And I must say that was a relief.

Now, as a dyed in the wool introvert, I'm not the most sparkling of conversationalists - but I tried my best and I swear, while it wasn't the worst dinner date ever, it certainly wasn't fun because I felt like I was carrying the conversation.

So glad that's over with.

3 comments:

LifeBegins@Thirty said...

Thank goodness for honesty once in a while. No you don't have to duck his phone calls or call back out of a sense of obligation/not wanting to be rude and hoping for the voicemail. I think everyone has been there before!

Phew!!

SweDaisy said...

Good for both of you. No sense in dragging it on. If anything it was good practice to really dazzle mr. perfect when he does come along.

Take care,
Lisa

The Lone Beader said...

This is why I don't bother with dating. Time is much better spent beading!

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