Introducing SUD

Dear readers, I have been torn. Part of me wants to tell you this lovely developing story, and part of me has felt that I cannot disclose it here. See, my parents read my blog even though I have asked them repeatedly not to. God bless them, they are lovely people, but this drives me nuts. I guess my dad wants to know when he's going to have someone he can chop wood with, and my mom wants to know when she can start setting an extra plate at the Sunday dinner table. I don't have a problem telling them what's going on in my life (and I do talk to them fairly openly about all aspects of my life), but this is my space where I practice my writing while having an open conversation with my friends, and I wish they could just let me have that. Honestly, I think I had more privacy and freedom when I was 16 and living in their basement.

Jill waves to her parents who are peeking in right now. "Ahem."

On with the show.

A few weeks ago Amara e-mailed me to say that her husband, Christian, knew a fellow at work (I love how Amara uses words like "fellow") that might be of interest to me. She said he knew a lot about music, did a fair bit of traveling for work (a florist supplier) and was a buyer of some kind. She also guessed he was about 32. It was the mention of the music knowledge that really intrigued me, because I love connecting with people over music. Good professional and interesting sounding job, passion for music, and old enough to hopefully be past the "lost and wild-oats sewing" stage. I was intrigued.

Amara was pleased as punch to be able to play matchmaker. She contacted Set-up Date (I've decided his jillstory name will be SUD) with my blog picture and my contact information.

Date night was on Tuesday, December 30. I was oddly nervous. We had been corresponding over the holidays and we never stopped laughing. It seemed to be going so well that it would be a grand disappointment if it just didn't work out when we finally got to meet in person.

It was a lovely evening. It was kind of like, "oooh, so this is what a good date is like." At the end of the night when he pulled into my driveway we agreed we'd like to see each other again (none of this "I'll call you" business. No no. SUD and I are people of action. It's really refreshing). He even walked me to my door to make sure I got in okay.

We both had plans to be with friends for New Year's but I said I would call him. So at midnight I first phoned my parents and then I phoned SUD. His friends were giving him a bit of a rough time about it. I told him to say hi for me, and he did, and they shouted something back. He didn't seem to mind the razzing, but I hope it was okay.

He phoned me in the afternoon on New Year's day. I warned him about my bad phone skills but so far I have managed to not miss his calls. We confirmed our plans for Saturday--Thai food followed by either a walk or dessert (depending on the weather conditions). I love walking. I also love cake. I just have to figure out what footwear will work for both dinner and walking in the snow. Y'know, cuz clomping around a restaurant in Sorrels is so very attractive.