I meant to update last week, but it was the week that never ended.
I am very much a creature of habit. A normal day for me is wake up at 5, work by 6 and then home around 4-4:30. I’m normally in bed by 9. Last week was anything but normal. Monday was fairly routine. On Tuesday, two coworkers and I went to visit one of our students in the hospital. We ended up staying a good while, and I didn’t get home until after 6. That really put a kink in my routine. On Wednesday, all sorts of emotional hell broke loose for me. Because of the long day on Tuesday, I decided to leave work around 3:30(we can leave as early as 2:45, the joys of teaching middle school). As I was walking out the door, I got a text from Ron’s boss. They had received Ron’s laptop and cellphone back from the police and he was trying to decide what to do with it before mailing it home to Ron’s parents. Both were password protected. They thought if they had any chance of getting into them, I would be the one who could do it. I was in tears before I left school. I walked into H’s office and handed him my phone, showing him the conversation as I was shaking and near a complete meltdown. I wanted into the computer and phone so bad, but I knew there would be things in there that no one else(especially his parents) would need to see. H and I talked about it and I headed towards Ron’s boss with the intentions of having him destroy both without letting Ron’s parents know. Long story short, Ron’s dad was the one that requested that Ron’s boss get the computer and phone and send it to him. My heart sunk. There was nothing I could do at that point but hope that they are never able to get into it. I was a mess that evening. I felt like someone had stolen the life out of me. I got home around six and spend the evening in bed, with the lights on, staring at the ceiling. Thursday was another late evening because I ended up getting caught up with coworkers and getting home after five. Such a long week.
In the midst of this, I started talking to someone on OKC. I initiated conversation because we are a 97% match and he seemed fairly interesting. We texted a bit through the week and in the midst of the Ron fiasco on Wednesday, he(we will call him AJ) asked me on a date. We hammered out the details and decided to meet Friday night. There had been some very light flirting through the week, but not too much. I’ve gotten better at not immediately responding to texts, and he also doesn’t respond immediately. I feel like the conversations don’t get very in depth that way, but apparently it’s what normal people do.
AJ asked me to meet him at a coffee shop inside of a bookstore Friday night, and then we could go from there. We got there at almost the same time, walking in right after each other. We sat in the corner of the coffee shop and chatted for a bit and then he asked if I would like to do dinner. We walked next door to a pub style bar(the same place I first met D and Pierced Donger). The conversation flowed the whole time. I did realize after that I don’t think our conversation deviated from work pretty much the whole time we were there. I find his work very interesting as he works in the psychology field. I also love talking about my job. I was also trying to avoid talking about my family or Ron. I was trying to not expose the crazy. I wanted to be normal for once, not the girl with the crazy stories. After dinner and a beer, we walked back to the bookstore parking lot and said our goodbyes. It was slightly awkward because I couldn’t really get a read on how he felt. I couldn’t tell if I should be prepared for a kiss or not. He hugged me lightly and we went our separate ways with talks of meeting up again. I was so confused. First dates always end in kisses goodnight for me. He sent a follow up text before I even made it back home. So then I was really confused. I’ve never not been able to read someone like this. Today we set up something for this Wednesday to get together and play board games. So he must have some interest? Or maybe I’ve already been friendzoned. I think the biggest problem is that I don’t know how to be normal. I don’t know how to go slow.(Gigs, anyone?) So anything that doesn’t move at lightening pace just feels off. We shall see where this one takes me.