As the cleverest among you may figure out with a great deal of effort, I won’t be going to the Speed Dating event this weekend.
You see, I’ve found myself…fascinated.
Yes, someone intrigues me. I don’t know enough about her to say anything will happen. There’s no romantic understanding, no saucy tale for you to savor, not even a kiss to keep quiet.
There’s just a hint of what might be.
Even though it would make sense to go along to the Speed Dating anyway and test my interest by comparing her against a dozen or more local ladies, I’m not really interested enough to do that. It’s not a matter of my full attention being elsewhere; it’s not that kind of thing for me.
Low-key and low-profile, this… fascination… has given some shape to one possible future. She’s a mom, which I think is good because I’m not sure someone without any children would understand me and my family-oriented lifestyle very well.
If I’m going to fail at something, it seems like failing at this (Speed Dating) is something I can live with easily.
I’m not saying this fascination will turn into something worthy of a detailed report here (with accompanying video), just that once my interest has been piqued, I need to follow along for a while to see how things pan out.
So that’s my New Year’s news. Not quite an ‘out with the old, in with the new’ situation as the ‘old’ left 11 months ago now. And the ‘new’ is barely a blip on the radar. Yet I wonder. And ponder.