I had met him online. He seemed sweet enough, but I began to have my doubts as I got ready for our very first date. I was doing my hair and the phone rang.
“Hey. It’s me. I’ve left. I should be there soon, “ he said. I thanked him for the time line and said I would meet him at the restaurant. We hung up and I moved on to makeup. The phone rang again.
“I just wanted to check. I mean ... Is this restaurant okay with you?” I replied that it was and that he shouldn’t worry so much about it. We hung up ... again. I went to pull my outfit from the closet. The phone rang again.
“Okay. Here’s the thing. I just want to make sure you haven’t changed your mind. I mean, I would understand if you did. You still want to go out?” Sigh and Grrr and the same time. I reassured him that yes, I most definitely wanted to meet the man I had been having such wonderful conversations with. He seemed content and we hung up.
As I straightened my hair and put on the finishing touches, I noticed my dog, Buster, sitting in the bathroom doorway. I swear that dog knew what was coming. He was staring at the phone ... and it rang. I answered, and responded to whatever the question was this time around. I hung up in frustration and turned to Buster, “Let me tell you something; I may not be gone very long.” Buster huffed in agreement and lumbered into the next room.
I drove to the restaurant with some serious reservations. This man was obviously insecure, but I had no idea why. He was nice looking, kind, a father of two, and had been divorced for over three years. I knew I wasn’t his first date, but I could not figure out why he was so insecure about our date. By the time I pulled up to the restaurant, I had told myself that all I had to do was get through the date and then I could go home.
