I was supposed to see Carl* on Wednesday, and ask him future-related questions…
But with the strange up and down weather, I felt as though I was getting sick – and postponed.
He picked me up on Saturday, for brunch. We went to a great place in the West end of the city, which didn’t have your typical ‘bacon and eggs‘ fare (they DID have fancy chicken and waffles)…and since he’s a foodie, I wasn’t surprised. The lightest thing on the menu (which I ordered) were buttermilk pancakes, smothered in fresh blue and blackberry sauce, with a side of whipped cream, butter, and a shot glass of syrup. Sugar high, indeed! He had the huevos rancheros.
I was very critical throughout breakfast. I was watching his face and analyzing whether or not he was a ‘funny person‘, naturally. It seemed as though he was turning it on, for me…
He’s so sweet. He’s considerate and romantic. But I’m missing my number one requirement – and without it, I don’t really feel the spark.
On the drive home, I asked questions about religion (we were both raised in different ones, and he’s active in his church) and how he planned on raising his children. He gave very loose answers, so that when he returned the question, he could agree with my firm opinions on the matter, once I gave them. Which is nice, but it’s one thing to say it now, and another to practice, later on…I wouldn’t want resentment to grow in him, because we have different ideas of how to do things…and I want him to have enough of a spine to speak up when something is important.
I waffled for the rest of the weekend…
…and had 3 first meets with new boys…just to see, you know?