I stopped by this morning to see her and ask how her Friday night date went. I think I was as excited about the guy as she was. This one seemed good. He was sweet, smart, geeky cute and had promising job as an assistant prof at the U of M. He would send her sweet little text messages throughout the day and he was all about being a gentleman when they went out.
Friday was good, she said. It was so good that they met up again on Saturday too. He was in the neighbourhood on Sunday and dropped by but Jo immediately noticed a change. She asked him what was up and he ended it for reasons he probably figured were honourable but really just showed a slimy side. I couldn't believe he was another one of the dumb ones.
But Jo just keeps on going. She's got another first meet lined up this week. This one cooks.
"I don't know how you do it Jo," I told her. "I admire you. I don't have the patience for that stuff."
"You'll want it enough some day," she said with her five extra years of wisdom. I just shook my head. A while ago I told a friend, "At this point, I think I'm just going to see how long I can last. I'm going on a man diet." (I am fully aware that at 25 I'm still pretty young to say I have reached any kind of point, but that's beside the, er, point. . .)
This last guy of Joanna's actually was giving me hope. The fairy tales were starting to seem more possible. But that story is over now and I'm thinking wow, there are a lot of toads out there.
Keep it up Jo, don't let my rant discourage you. You deserve something great. Good things come to those who wait, right?
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