Oh my goodness, I may just be going on a date tomorrow. #1 of the year, and the first in… gosh. Eight months? Ew.

My last date was with the Behinder, and its negligible if we are still dating/dating again. Is sex the only way to tell you’re dating someone? If so, then ok, we’re not dating.

Anyway…

Better than Sex Guy has settled into his new place, and says he’s starting to make a life of his own. 40 years old, retired military, with a 2-year-old son. Yup, he’s living the life! (and seems very grateful for his good fortune) His last five-word email asked me when we’d be meeting up at the park so the kidlets could play. Oddly (strangely? fatefully?) he lives around the corner from my place. So it looks like tomorrow we may just be finally meeting up, after a month or two of long distance chat. Is it a date? Not sure, but I’ll say it is just to stroke my ego a bit.