Waiting for Godot

Patience is a virtue, and I want it now!

Today has me waiting for the email to ping. Translation: another fix-up. However, unlike the last disaster, this one could have some potential. In other words, he’s not old enough to be my father. I can’t give a lot of detail b/c I’ve found that it’s a lot more difficult to date in the town you grew up in; it’s pretty easy for people to know who you’re talking about.

That said, this fix-up, should it ever happen, has potential. He is a very viable candidate (single, in his 30s, employed, breathing) as am I (single, in my 30s, employed, generally medicated). I’m not sure when dating turned into being more like a game of checks and balances, but at the rate I’m going I’ll either be signing up for an arranged marriage or definitely turning in to that girl with the dogs before too long.

The gentleman caller has had my email address for over a week. He agreed to the fix-up. Today’s question is… will he actually email and if so, when? Stay tuned to find out what happens next time on “Red’s adventures in dating.”