This isn't some scuzzy guyI met at a bar. I don't go to bars.
It started off quite well, he said he had been noticing me and thought I was married so didn't think much beyond that. I ran into him in the break room at work and we made inane small talk. He said "I hope to see you around." Something about the way he said it seemed genuine, like he really DID want to see me again and it wasn't just a courtesy.
So the next day he called, the day after that he brought his daughter out to the barn to see the horses. While our daughters (who are close in age) played, he hung out with me while I hand-grazed Izzie. We met for breakfast a few times. He said I was pretty and he liked the fact that I was down to earth, that I had chickens and horses and liked camping and wasn't afraid to get dirty. Second date he kissed me, I told him I wasn't ready to go further. He said that was fine, he understood. He came over to my house the following week and got excited about the chickens and pond and woods and said he'd have to bring his daughter here for a visit. Another kiss, this time more passionate and without a lot of detail, I know he liked it but he didn't press for more. His b-day is this week and I offered to make him dinner on Sunday as a b-day present. He called Friday to say his ex wanted their daughter back earlier in the day and didn't know what plans would be, but he would call me Sat. He didn't. I tried to call him Sunday but couldn't get through. I came home to find a message on the answering machine saying that he tried to call my cell but the calls weren't going through (bad reception at the barn and it was a windy day) and that his daughter was sick and he wasn't feeling good either. I left a message in his phone. He only has a cell, not a landline and his house doesn't get good reception. I did call yesterday evening, trying to catch him before he went into work, but no answer, so I wonder if he even showed up if he wasn't feeling good.
His b-day is tomorrow. While I won't be able to cook him dinner, he did once say that he wanted to try farm fresh eggs and homemade cheese. I'll leave some in the fridge at work with his name on it, call to wish him a happy birthday, and beyond that ... I guess I'll just have to move on with my pathetic life if I never hear from him again.
I was actually getting out of the house and doing things and had something to look forward to that wasn't "horse-related." With Wayne's health, I haven't really had anything to look forward to in years. With Wayne's health, he hadn't been physically attracted to me in several years which took a huge toll on my self-esteem then and even now. I was feeling happiness I hadn't felt in a long time.
But I guess that it's fleeting.