24 y/o Keith is NOT SKETCHY
Yippee! He called me today at 5:45 (because I told him yesterday that's about what time I get off). He is on his way to his dinner thing. So we talk for a few minutes, and he says "what are you doing this weekend?" "Well," I say, "nothing set in stone, I think I'm supposed to go out with a girl I work with and her friends on Saturday night, but that's really all. What about you?" So he says, "Well, some of the engineers in town for this thing are staying around this weekend to hang out. . .so maybe we could do something Sunday, worst case scenario?" Coyly, I said, "Yeah, that's cool, I'd like to get together. What did you have in mind?" So he says, "I don't know, haven't thought about it. Whatever, we could go to the beach or something. It doesn't matter." (But in a, whatever you want to do, kind of way, not a, I don't make plans, kind of way.) So I say, "Oh actually, I do have to go to this BBQ on Sunday, what are you doing Saturday, are you going to the beach then?" "Well I have this golf tournament thing in the morning, but I might go after that, sure." So I said, "Well it looks like we're both just really busy this week." "Yeah, this week has definitely been crazy for me." (But he doesn't give up.) He says, "What time does your BBQ end on Sunday?" "Like, about 5 probably." "Well, how about we definitely make plans to hang out then? So. . .I'll call you like Saturday?" "Ok," I said, "maybe we can see about the beach Saturday depending on what time you get done."
So, a) he has made an effort to make in advance plans with me, that b) do not include meeting up at a bar, although he and I will definitely both be at them this weekend, and that would've been easy, and c) he is not relegated to weekend days. I feel triumphant. For what, I don't know. But I feel good, even though I may not see him til Sunday. I'd like to give a shout-out to Me for all her dating advice and all the readers of this blog for putting up with my obsessive posts.