"Yeah, hi, is this Blogoddess?" (obviously I'm protecting my name to save my innocence)
"You said that. Who is this?"
"You might not remember me. We met at a party a few months ago." (Actually it was eleven months prior, so really a year, but who's counting)
"Okay, that really narrows it down."
Laughter from him. Do I detect an accent? Hmm. I suddenly go through my rusty mental rolodex for guys from several months ago with an accent and come up blank.
"I had long hair and cut it. It's R.J. Remember?"
"Ohhh, yeah, sort of, uh huh. Hi."
It's funny how many times we say the word "hi" when we're either extremely nervous or bewildered.
"So, R.J., how have you been?"
"Good, yeah, I just got back from South Africa last week."
I knew there was an accent. Tricky. So the boy proceeds to tell me that some friends of his and himself had decided to go camping overnight and he wants to know if I'd like to join him since he remembered I was the "outdoorsy" type. Now, people might remember me for a lot of reasons...being 6'2", somewhat witty, whatever...but never have I been remembered for being Ms. Granola. This flattered me enough to take interest in what he was up to, though I had no intention of going camping with some guy who I hadn't spoken to in almost a year, who I vaguely remember thinking was a total player type. So, I asked...
"What were you doing in South Africa? Visiting family?"
"Well, actually, you might have seen me on the news. I was part of this film crew that got lost in the desert."
As a matter of fact, I had seen this clip for a couple days about them. Weird that I was one of the only ones. But, this whole conversation was weird, because basically here's this guy asking me to go camping in the woods right after he gets back from getting lost in a desert in Africa. Yeah, no, I think I'll pass. So, I suggest coffee later in the week maybe and told him I'd call him on Monday or Tuesday. I never did.
Thursday hit with an "oh my god, I just left my hairstylist and the only people who are going to see me this sassy are my girlfriends at the bowling alley party tonight. Fuck." Then the lightbulb went off. I hadn't called R.J. and thought maybe bowling in groups was a safe enough venture in case he had turned into a freak over the past year, and worse comes to worse he'll bear witness to my crowning glory of highlights. So, I called, he was excited and we had dinner prior and it was fun. Great time. Hot guy. Total cutie who treated me like an angel. What a different a year makes. He was different. Humble and not as superficial. I remember thinking, hmm, this guy is so similar to me.
Over the next few months things progessed nicely with us finding more and more in common and really cherishing our time and spending oodles of it together. He actually would call when he said he would call. There were no games and no drama. I have to say there is something to be said for good old-fashioned manners, which I guess are the standard for South African men. I suggest every gal grab one up via male order.
So, here I am, two weeks after my new beau has given me keys to his apartment and we're definitely serious about our future and such. The only snag I see is that his career clock is a little behind my biological clock, so we'll have to figure out a compromise sometime soon. Like all men, he wants to be settled and secure before taking on the responsibility of wife and kids. I don't blame him, but at the same time my eggs won't hatch on their own.
All I can say is that sometimes it's nice to just take a break from dating and focus on yourself. Once you truly realize you like who you are, can stand to be alone with yourself, then suddenly out of nowhere something can happen. I had given up finding my guy, believing my standards were just too high. But, then he called me and the best is yet to come.