Good for you Dave! We knew she wouldn’t be able to resist such charm. Just don’t wear yourself out tonight with her continually running through your mind and all. 
Sleep well so that you’ll be rested for that important phone call tomorrow.
::: high five! :::
Right on Dave, I knew it would work out!
Congrats!
Hey, those are great news, I am so glad to hear that 
Oh and as for the place being deserted: Apparently we were all just waiting for an update, too bad you didn’t check the board again a couple of minutes later again. But apparently your mood lifted without well wishes from us anyway, so it’s all good, heh.
<applauds Davebear>
Wow, I had missed the temporarily bad news, but that didn’t matter ebcause I got here in time for the good news!
Yay, Davebear
<skips off singing> Davebear and Theresa, sittin’ in a tree…
Ok Dave… you need to remain happy and learn from all of this to stop reading too much into things!
Just ENJOY yourself for goodness sakes!
I’m sooooo happy you had a great night!!!
Hey, way to go! I’m really glad it went so well!
Thanks, everyone. It helps a lot to have all this support.
Maureen - “Dear one”?? So, how YOU…oops! Thanks, Mama Mo.
Mama Tiger - 
Not nice to pick on the emotionally challenged.
Optihut - Yes, you read it correctly.
** Searching For Truth** - So nice to have you back, Sunshine!
hopefool - “such charm”? snicker blush Ummm…thanks.
Lorene - to you, too.
tanookie - “you need to remain happy and learn from all of this to stop reading too much into things!” Aye, there’s the rub! If only it were that simple.
Here’s a stunning revelation for you (well, for everyone who is just tuning in, hasn’t read any of the previous posts to this thread, and has never seen any of my other posts, that is.); I overanalyze. Everything. All the time. Except when my mind is completely clouded by emotion. I can’t help it; it’s how my mind works. Most of the time, it doesn’t hurt anything. I may miss parts of conversations, because I’m busy analyzing something, but other than that, it’s no big deal. Most of the time.
It’s only in cases like this where it gets me in trouble. Mama Mo (Yes, you’re stuck with that. It’s your own fault.) asked if I always shoot myself in the foot before a date. Well, I don’t know. I haven’t had one in the ten years prior to last night, but the answer is probably yes, if there’s reason to doubt the lady’s level of interest. It doesn’t need to be a big reason, either, as you’ve seen. Something as simple as not answering emails, or not returning the phone call I made 2 1/2 hours ago, when you said you’d be home all day pant! pant…Calm! Deep, slow breaths…She’ll call…sigh…where was I?
Oh, yeah. Doesn’t take much. I mean, a simple lack of response could mean so many things. Okay, so most of them are unlikely, some to the point of being ludicrous. And, I know this. No, she probably hasn’t been hurt/killed/kidnapped. It’s unlikely that her phones have all stopped working. There probably hasn’t been a disaster at one of her businesses. It’s probably just that she got sucked into working, and hasn’t gotten the message I left, or hasn’t had time to return my call. Or, doesn’t want to break out of her “work mode” mindset, in the middle of the day (if she’s working).
But, there’s always that other possibility. The one that that rotten little bastard in the back of my mind keeps whispering; that she’s finally come to her senses, and realized that she’s beautiful, intelligent, witty, sweet, sexy, successful (lots of good things start with S, don’t they?), adventurous, and so on. And, you’re so…[sneer]you.[/sneer]
You folks didn’t have anything else to do, today, did you? Good, 'cause I don’t, and I’m not done, yet. As long as we’re touring the mind of the Davebear, we might as well take the full tour. Just mind where you step, if you’re wearing nice shoes. There are some mucky spots.
So, anyway, I try to ignore that little shit, because I know he’s a spiteful little pr*ck, and he’s wrong most of the time. But, sometimes he’s dead-on, and that makes it difficult. And, he’s utterly necessary because, believe it or not, I am, by nature, an extreme, naive, optimist. (Stop laughing, Mama Mo!) So, where does all the negativity come from? A hyperactive defence mechanism, in the form of that miserable little sod.
I don’t like surprises, as a rule. Most of the really big surprises in my life have been of the “Daddy’s not coming home, any more”, “No, your mother won’t be coming home from the hospital, this time”, “Yes, your wife really was screwing every guy who could find the front door” type. I wasn’t really prepared for any of those. The little guy tried to warn me of the latter two, but I wouldn’t listen and so, when they hit, they hit hard. Devastatingly hard.
I don’t want to be hit that hard, again. So, I listen to the rotten little bastard, and try to analyze whether his predictions of impending doom are likely to be correct. Many of them aren’t, so I pretty much ignore them, and get on with things. But, I keep them in the back of my mind, just in case. Most often, the probabilities are so tough to analyze, it’s impossible to make a call. Good and bad outcomes nearly as likely. That’s when it gets ugly.
If a bad outcome is almost certain, I can prepare for that, calmly. I’m actually an excellent person to have around in the event of an emergency or disaster. I don’t panic in the face of facts or at the sight of blood, not even my own. It’s the uncertain that gets to me, because I know there’s another surprise headed my way. Yes, I’m prepared for the outcomes I think are most likely, but what if I’m wrong? What if I’ve overlooked something that turns it from bad to devestating? And, that’s where the wheels come off.
What have I overlooked or underestimated the impact of?
Ummm…I don’t see anything.
Keep looking.
Okaaaay…nope, still don’t see anything.
Keep looking!
Would ya’ relax, chief? There’s nothing.
KEEP LOOKING!
So, to bring things back on track, a bit, could Theresa have caused such devestation? Well, no. Not to the same extent as the events I listed. But, bear in my the OP that started all this. She could easily have stomped on the tiny little seedling of self-esteem, where it comes to meeting women, that sprouted when she agreed to let me buy her a drink. Women, here, keep saying how men should have Confidence (that’s the Dreaded C Word ™, IMO). I guarantee you can find that word in every dating thread on this board. Well, I have confidence, where it’s justified. I know I’m a good programmer. I’m good at sports. I can definitely please a lady, once I have one. I’m a passable writer and musician and handyman, etc. But, when it comes to meeting women, and getting past the awkward first stages… confidence? Sorry. Our supplier went bankrupt and we haven’t found another source. So, it would be really nice, if that little sprout were allowed to grow, and mildly devestating should it be trampled upon.
Well, it’s now been three and a half hours, since I called (but, who’s counting?), and still no response. So, she’s clearly decided that today is a work day, for her. (Hah! See? I can do it!) And, even the most inquisitive and interested of you must be getting sick to death of me, by now. So, I’ll quit here. (Yes, there was more. Frightening thought, isn’t it?) I think I’ll go rollerblading, to take advantage of the gorgeous weather, since I can’t spend it at the beach with Theresa.
I’ll post more “fun” stuff, later. Hi, October! Glad you could make it. And, thanks! Oh, and in case you didn’t catch it, both Theresa and I were born in the month of October. Great month!
I’ve got nothing of value to add to your thread Davebear, except to say, I’ve been lurking along, and cheering you on wildly.
Every emotion that’s running rampant through your heart and mind at the moment, is absolutely normal.
It’s new, it’s exciting, and scary as hell.
The experiences that you’ve been trhough haven’t weakened you Davebear, they’ve made you stronger, more resilient and given you the gift of perspective.
Deep breaths, dear man. You’re doing just fine!
Gee, Davebear, been living inside my head lately or something? Sounds like me! (Why do you think I was able to pick on the emotionally challenged so well? :D)
Anyway, I’m glad all went well – let’s hope things continue to go well!
Sure. Like that old saying, “That which does not kill you makes you wish you were dead”. Or, something like that.
Well, I hope I’m gaining something from this. Thanks for “decloaking”, too.
Wow! Another “dear man”.
Oh, is that what it was? I was starting to wonder if you were living in mine.
So. I’m back from rollerblading along the Charles, an activity I highly recommend for stressed people with the requisite coordination. (If you don’t have the coordination, don’t do it. It hurts. A lot.) It’s an excellent form of stress relief, in that it forces you to take lots of deep breaths (and, if it doesn’t, you’re in such good shape that I hate you, anyway, and don’t wanna help you). And, if you push yourself enough, there’s no room for thoughts that aren’t directly related to keeping your skin and bones intact. Works like a charm. Well, actually, it works better than a charm, IME. I’ve never had a charm that did squat, other than look nice.
But, you want to hear about me and Theresa, don’t you? Well, first, no I haven’t heard back from her, yet. I’m wondering if she misplaced my phone number. I didn’t leave it, as part of the message. I may have to call her, again, if I don’t hear from her reasonably soon.
Oh, shush! That’s not being pushy. She wanted me to call, so, if she can’t return my call, I need to call her. Right? I did warn her about my tendency to be “pushy”, last night. It didn’t seem to alarm her, but who knows? This was while we were discussing (or trying to discuss, in between rounds of kissessssssssssss. Oops!) when we would see each other, again. She didn’t bolt from the car (we walked, most of the evening, but I drove her home because it was on the way) when I suggested tonight. Jokingly! Well, half jokingly, then. All right, all right. I wasn’t joking. Lighten up. But, I said it in a joking fashion. And, really… when you’ve been fogging up the windows of the car (yes, really…haven’t done that in ages, either!) with a woman, for what seems like both an eternity and a split-second, is it really out of line to suggest you’d like to do so again, as soon as possible? Sure, it’s a little pushy, but it’s also complimentary. And, I wasn’t aggressive about it.
But, it doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen. I think we’re supposed to figure out the next date on the phone call. If we ever connect. (Kidding! Stop hitting me.) I wasn’t at my most coherent, at the time. I don’t think she was, either.
She also has one of my bad habits; that of not responding to statements, or parts of statements, with which we agree, and moving right on to something we don’t agree with or have questions about. It’s gotten some feathers ruffled, around here. Right, Mama Mo?
And, she overanalyzes, too! LOL! So, at least she understood, when I explained how her lack of response appeared, from my angle. Oh, and before I forget, she also understood The Dreaded Gauntlet of Humiliation™! Not that either of us used those exact words, but she came damn close, without any prompting from me. That was when I asked her why she decided to let me buy her a drink. She said that, partly, it was because she recognized how humiliated I’d be if she turned me down, after making that long walk (! her words!) across to her. She also said it was partly because I was “so sweet”, when I bent down to talk to her. blush Well, okay. But, really, it was the only way I could talk to her. Otherwise, I would have been talking to the top of her head, and she would have been talking to my navel. But, I think, from the smile she was wearing while she said it, it wasn’t quite that simple. I don’t care. I’ll take “sweet”, however it comes my way (as long as I’m not in prison).
Yay Dave!!! I thought it’d go fine. But I expect I’ll be a nervous wreck when it comes time to have an actual date…don’t know when that’ll be, what with the several hundred miles between us, though. Oh well, there’s the phone and email. How did we ever survive without email???
Don’t call her again! Did you leave your number in one of those emails that she never checks? (I’m sure she’ll check it now). If not, leave her an email with your number, if she lost it, she’ll most likely attempt to email you instead.
And congratulations again. Just be careful in the car okay? There’s nothing more humiliating then getting a police officer’s BRIGHT flashlight shined on you when you’re gettin’ busy.
Ahem Not that I’d know anything about that…
Thanks, Wabbit. You’ll survive. I did (so far). Yeah, there are phones and email, but they only count if the other party uses them.
Didn’t I say, “Shush”? Lemme check. Yes, I did. That was for you, lezlers. (Actually, it was for all the “don’t rush” crowd.) Besides, I already called, again. And, left my phone number, this time, in case she’d lost it. The email only had my cell phone number, which hasn’t rung, either.
And, I still haven’t heard from her, and it’s now past 11 pm. Something’s definitely not right, and I’m starting to worry about her, as opposed to us. She definitely should not still be at work, though I guess it’s possible. But, I know she was intending to be there at 8:30 am, for a short while. It would have taken some serious problems to keep her there this long, and I just can’t see that happening. She raves about her employees, and how experienced and dependable they are.
I just called information, to verify that I’d been calling the right number (who has their number listed, these days? Besides Theresa), and I have. I suppose I could call her stores, and see if anyone knows if she’s okay. That would probably give lezlers a conniption, though. And, it does strike me as borderline. But, she’s my friend, at the very least, and I care about her.
Dammit! Just when I was starting to gain some equanimity about this situation. What happened to the luck that got me into this? Where the hell did it go? (Jackass! You’ve never had that kind of luck. It was just a fluke…Shut! Up! YOU!) Crap! I really, really, really hate the idea of going to bed without knowing she’s okay. It’s so *not **me!
AAAAaaaaarrrrgh!***
Oh, great! Bed! As in, sheets. As in, they’re still in the washing machine, you idiot! sigh
Yes, you’re giving me a conniption Dave. For the love of Og, don’t call her stores! She’ll call you. Take some deep breaths and go to www.snood.com for a really good time waster.
Snood!!! The Perfect Suggestion … That and PopCap games for Bejewled, if you haven’t tried that one, Lezlers, you’ll like it!
Dave, that is one EXCELLENT conniption, for sure!
I’m with you, guy, on so many points … including, “Oh, crap, I am SOOooo ready for bed, and forgot I stripped it!”
I Just HATE the mixed message of not call-back! hate it, hate it, hate it! so I’m with you there, too, dude!
Nothing of real value to add … So glad to hear it went from “hanging” -out- to “making” … kewl … and Ooohhh those Libra women, Long period of my life if I found a woman head-snapping and brain-bogglingly attractive to me, yup, 'nother Libra. My late-sweety, was a change of pace, Virgo, but now I’m back dating in the Libra world again … I’d forgotten how it is to be dating two alternating personalities!!! (over analyzing … check)
… DANG that dyslexia! All those afternoons I spent waiting around at your BACK door …
Heh heh. Who needs a few deep breaths, now?
Well, I didn’t call (anywhere). I didn’t email. I did put the wet sheets in the dryer, so they wouldn’t mildew. And, then I went to bed (after making it). But, now I don’t know WTF to do. I’m sure lezlers would say “just wait”, but it seems so callous (not to mention bloody fcking torturous!). And, how long does a rational person wait, under such circumstances? Because, I’m sure she wanted to talk to me (Sure!* Now** you’re confident!) and something just went wrong. Unless I’ve totally misread the lady (possible, but highly unlikely that I’d be that far off), she would have called, if she could have. Hell, she called last week, after I’d left 87 messages (or, something like that, but way more pushy, anyway) and having just met me.
Could it have gotten a little too intense, Saturday, and scared her, a bit? Sure, I suppose. But, when we fogged up the windows, it was “just” kissing. There really wasn’t even any groping going on. (So, any police officer pointing his flashlight our way would have been disappointed. Though, I’ve definitely been there, done that, in the distant past. Damned spoilsports!) There was one tiny little confession she made, as she finally got out of the car, which I’m not going to share with you folks (Sorry. There are some borders I do recognize.), but which she may regret having made, to some extent. Made me feel good, though. Maybe she is a little nervous about that.
Thanks, Wyatt. It’s nice to know I’m not totally off-base, with my reactions. And, yes, mixed messages are about the surest way there is of driving me up the wall. Hell, I’m all about communication! You mess with that, I’m lost. (Yes, I know some of you still think I’m all about sex. Wrong. Sex is a form of communication, which just happens to feel really nice.)
Ah, but he called last night! And expressed concern that I am going out of town for a week and two days starting next Tuesday, because if I don’t find my cell phone (which is in the living room somewhere, but we’re in the middle of redoing the floors downstairs so the living room is currently full of crap from another room!) I’ll be effectively out of touch the whole time. And no, I don’t want to give him my grandma’s phone number so he could call. In other words, he doesn’t want to go that long without talking to me; I think this is a good sign.
So now I have a mission – find the damn phone.
Yes. I think that’s a very good sign. Now I’m jealous of you! It all comes back around, don’t it?
(((((((Davebear)))))))) I’m happy for you and hope you hear from her soon.
Does happy dance for Davebear