It was inevitable after a number of misses I would eventually find one that would click. I would like him, he would like me, everyone looked like their pictures and no one horrified the other enough to not want to go out with them again. Alas, the stars would align.
Well that’s what happened one fine summer evening when I met…mmmm…we’ll call him Berg, the last 4 letters of the town he lives in.
We met at TGI Friday’s. It was a casual meeting spot and the conversation was just as casual. This was refreshing considering most seem to think for some reason you should get into the heavy stuff on a first date…past relationships, what you’re looking for. I mean lighten up people! So this was great and I left that night knowing I would go out with him again.
The next month was a series of pleasant meet ups and low key dinners. In a small world kind of a story we discovered he grew up right next door to my aunt and uncle on a lake. The same lake that I would water ski on when we had family summer gatherings.
He worked a lot, both in his full time day job and also remodeling houses on the weekends. Most of the time I would drive to where he was (over an hour away) on a Saturday as he was typically tied up until the early evening. I’m a pretty understanding person who in my private life is fairly laid back. So at first this did not bother me…until it was obvious to me that this was going to continue after a couple of months of dating.
Then one weekend we had planned to go meet some friends of mine, a big step for me. He asked me about 4 days prior to the night if he “had to” go. Well, no Berg, you don’t have to go. Silly me just thought you liked me and wanted to meet some of the friends you hear about so much.
So that was that, I knew he just wasn’t the guy for me. I told him as such and ended it right then. He seemed to be fine with that and we parted ways amicably with both of us knowing this wasn’t the end all be all for either of us.
Or so I thought…
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