The Waiting Game

This has been the longest period in which I haven’t blogged since I started this adventure.  It feels pretty weird, to not be sharing my ridiculous stories and vast insecurities with whoever is still actually reading this.  Sadly I haven’t had that much to relay with regards to dating, extreme or otherwise.  It feels like a century since my last date although I believe it is really only less than a month.  There is still vast uncertainty with regards to DW and I have joined no other dating sites.  I feel like I’m in this weird pause while I wait to see if anything develops “in the real world” before giving up and trying yet another dating site.

Recent news stories probably should give me pause in the pursuit of online dating.  It is scary out there, and while I’ve never assumed that any of the services I’ve tried have done anything close to a background check (or if they did, man do they suck at it considering some of the dates I’ve had!), I usually assume that the guys aren’t truly evil.  But since I’m never certain what their deal is and how much rage or whatever they’ve got going on, I have a Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) when it comes to meeting a new guy for the first time in real life.

First of all, it’s always a public place and usually one that I’ve been to before so I can have exit strategies in place.  Secondly, I like to only agree to a drink or coffee at first to see if the guy is even too scary to join for a full meal.  Thirdly, and this is probably the smartest move in the SOP, I always inform my sister of the date, including what I know about the guy, what time we’re meeting, and where.  I also give her a specific time that I will call or text by to inform her of my safety.  If the date is going well, I try to discreetly text my sister that I’m ok and give her a new deadline that she should hear from me by.  If she doesn’t hear from me, she is to inform the authorities or at least some of my brothers. 

This is definite SOP for the first date and usually for the 2^nd and 3^rd if it comes to that.  I don’t like the dates to know where I live until 3^rd or 4^th date at the earliest and even then I still give my sister the details prior to my date.  She remains, as she has been since my earliest memories, my strongest protection, my security blanket, and my bestest pal. 

But I’m still in the midst of the Waiting Game.  Do I join another service or continue to wait?  If I join another service, which one?  Do I try one I’ve already tried before or try to find something completely different? GAH!!!! These are way too many questions for someone who hates making decisions.  I’m even waiting when it comes to my new trainer and deciding if I should sign up for more sessions. 

So my new trainer is pretty legit.  He has yet to stand me up and he is never late.  More than that, he doesn’t spend the whole time yapping about how I need to eat 5 times a day and mainly have protein shakes, showing me complicated stretches, or yammering about various exercises while I stand there and feel my butt growing bigger.  He actually spends the whole time making me work out intensely.  I like it but it makes me mad too.  He also has said I am his most entertaining client, but sadly not because of my athletic prowess or my big guns.  Nope, I’m the most entertaining in terms of the crazy faces I make while lifting, the fact that I almost passed out once, and how often I dissolve into fits of snorting laughter when he tries to make me do impossible things. 

I’ve finished all my free sessions with him – I think he even threw in an extra one because he thinks I’m funny or at least I look and sound funny when I work out – and am actually considering signing up for more as next to my dog, my relationship with him may be the most consistent and healthy one I’ve had with a male in forever.