Several hours after Improv Boy had left my place on a Monday morning in early May, I awoke with two thoughts on my mind:
1. It was comfortable and easy to be with Improv Boy; and
2. I really didn't want to go out on a date with Mr. Attorney the following evening.
There are times in my life when I enjoy dating several different guys at once. Other times, though, I prefer to focus all of my attention on one guy. Improv Boy and I had gone out with each other several times, and I wanted to see how things would evolve.
Did my personality mesh well with Mr. Attorney? I vacillated between sending Mr. Attorney an email canceling our plans for Tuesday and telling him that I preferred not to go out with him again — ever. I decided on the former to keep my options open. Mr. Attorney was my type physically and was great on paper. Improv Boy wasn't either of those things, but treated me like a queen. I figured that I could actively pursue Improv Boy without totally closing the door on Mr. Attorney.
I sent Mr. Attorney an email, apologizing for being unable to see him. He offered to reschedule for Wednesday since he was heading out of town after that, but I said that I was unavailable. He called me, and I let it go to voicemail. I realize that wasn't the most direct approach, but I knew that the tone in my voice would convey my disinterest.
As the day progressed, I found myself thinking about Improv Boy incessantly. It was odd for me to focus on how a guy treated me, rather than my desire to have sex with him. But, with Improv Boy, it was all about how kind he was. He checked in every day to let me know he was thinking about me, he told me how beautiful I was, and he was genuinely supportive of me, my health and my goals. I don't usually fall for the good guy, but maybe it was time for that?!?
Later that afternoon, Improv Boy contacted me via Google Talk. Our unedited conversation is below:
Improv Boy: I'm starving
Me: 2 bad u aren't here. have lots of things to feed you
Improv Boy: you're incorrigible
aww – now i'm blushing
Improv Boy: any night you offer to make me dinner, you'll have me there with bells on. it's not an offer I get too often
Me: me cooking…for you?
u r a comic 😉
[I used to cook all the time for my parents, but I've rarely cooked since my Mom died. I associate cooking with love.]
Improv Boy: hey, if it's prepared before I arrive, then I promise to be blissfully ignorant….
Me: if i say, i'm going to cook. i'll do it.
u have plans 2mrw night?
Improv Boy: nope
Me: dinner & dvd at my place?
Improv Boy: sounds like a plan!
i might cook, but there will b food
[I had told him earlier that I was acting like a dork where he was concerned and decided to finally tell him why.]
Me: so…say there was this red-headed girl
who had a date for tomorrow night
but realized that she didn't want to go out on a date with that guy
because she had a little crush on a guy she hung out with last night
so she canceled that date
Improv Boy: uh huh
Me: and is really happy to see the guy she wants to hang w/ tomorrow
Improv Boy: I like this story
I'm looking forward to the sequel
Me: me 2
As we signed off our session, I found myself smiling. I wanted to cook for Improv Boy and make him happy because he made me happy. I hadn't felt like that in a while. And, it felt really good.