My post from last night (January 5, 2011)

I didn't tell you that I'm on two dating sites.  One, a free site and the other is a Christian site.   Seems like the flirts, messages and gifts have declined some today.  I guess when you're on dating sites, you get a lot of traffic one day and the next, you receive precious little.  That's the reason why I have to wear this dating stuff loosely.  I don't want it to become something I'm compulsive about.  It's easy to become consumed.  Gotta keep my perspective and most of all keep my balance.   Can I have a sitting-on-the-side-of-my-bed unsnapping-my-bra moment of honesty?  I don't like going out on weekdays.  I love guys and I sincerely want to get my dating back on; but I'm snug as a bug in this apartrment.  ChiilIin.  I''ve found a renewed joy in just being with myself.  This morning, I got up and changed into some workout clothes.  I had come across Bodies In Motion with Gillaad on the Fitness Channel and awakened with the intent of working out.  It was good.  I was pooped after 20 minutes!.  As the kids say, "He go hard!"    Back to dating.  I gotta catch you up!  Along with the three phone numbers, there was a gentleman I met on the free dating website who called me twice.  We'll call him Mr. Mature.  He's the grandfather of 6 and this is the second night he's called me.  A grandfather, hummmmmm.  Why does his being a grandfather creep me out?  It's not like I'm not at an age where I could be a grandmother.  I just don't feel like one.  Nevertheless, he's new to the area and trying to get settled but desires something long-term with a special woman.  I have to admit, his manner is one of a true gentleman.  He is easy-going and polite.  I'm concerned that he talks rather slowly.  You know the way an older person talks - slow and d-e-l-i-b-e-r-a-t-e.  His picture doesn't look that old but his voice reminds me of a deacon or trustee in a Baptist church.  Okay, okay, he sounds OLD.  He's 57 but there are youthful 57 year olds, right?  I'm trying to stay open, here.  I'm so vivacious and high energy.  Well, I won't know until I know.    We both said we want to take things slow.  Let me clarify slow though.  Slow, to me, means not hopping into the sack or falling in love with a feeling.  Slow means taking the time to get to know a person.  Asking the right questions yes; AND getting into their space.  He has suggested getting together for a nice dinner but hasn't set a date yet.  I have to be fair.  He just moved here three months ago from another state.  Okay, okay, but I gotta do what'll keep me from weirding out.  I got it.  I'll give our talking to each other until this weekend.  That'll be about a week.  If he doesn't pursue getting into my space, I'll be forthcoming about wanting to meet him.  If he shys away from it, I'll see that as a flag and keep it moving forward.  There's slow and then there's s-l-o-w.    Well, that's it for tonight.  I'm out.