the woo factor

Internet, I owe you an apology.

Date number three was on Sunday and that was THREE WHOLE DAYS ago and I am just now getting around to telling you. I'll make it up to you by giving you intimate details about my personal life, though. Doesn't that sound more than fair? I thought so. Let's get to it.

First things first, the word "date" might be a little strong here although there were flowers involved. Always a bonus. Basically he stopped by to see my new place (and came bearing mums, what a good boy) and then took me to a soul food/sea food joint a few blocks from my apartment called Soul Fish. I had catfish and hush puppies and french fries and then almost died from childhood nostalgia for a place called Po Folks, which, up until a few years ago, had never occurred to me was named for the people who ate there. But by god, they could fry up a hush puppy. And you got Coke in mason jars! It doesn't get much better than that.

So he came by, saw the place, we had dinner, hung out at his place for a little while. Pretty casual stuff. Does that still count as date number three? I'm declaring that it does, but I'm open to your thoughts on this.

Anyway, now we face what's going to be a pretty good chunk of time between dates - the longest as of yet in this little, well, whatever this is. I've got the week from hell and house guests at the end of it, and he's going out of town this weekend, so we won't see each other until Sunday at the very earliest, perhaps not til next week entirely.

And here's where I find myself on this: it's a good thing. I'm not saying I don't like this boy (who needs some sort of fancy code name or acronym, stat), because clearly I do or I wouldn't continue to let him buy me dinner. But I have never been good at playing hard to get. In fact, I would go as far as to say that I totally and completely SUCK at playing hard to get. I'm too available. I'm too aggressive and too willing to make the first, fifth and sixteenth move, as you've surely figured out by now.

So this little hiatus is going to be a positive for me, mostly because the forced time apart is playing the game for me. I don't have to PLAY hard to get, because by nature of my hectic schedule I just really am hard to get. How convenient!

And I guess it's not so much that I'm concerned about playing "a game," per se, in fact I'd prefer not to play games. But dammit, I want to be wooed. And is it so wrong to want that "wooing" period to last as long as possible? I don't feel like it is. It's early yet, and I'm not sold on anything. I'm still in the middle of the car lot, in my mind, I haven't even made a decision on a potential test drive. So that salesman needs to keep on a-wooing.


cheers,
elizabeth