So, um, about those date trees ...

Many of you already knew this, but for those fortunate few who haven't followed my life closely enough ... it is many different things, but never, ever, EVER dull.

So, let's travel back in  time a bit for a summary-style news report.  Thursday, October 25th, 2012.

I had gone to Riverton to see a bunch of my doctors and other local errands, and while sitting in my optometrist's waiting room, I got a wee bit of a surprise from the receptionist who was looking up my insurance and was concerned that perhaps she had the wrong one, because this account showed Robert Frederickson as married.  To somebody who wasn't me.  I thought that surely this was a mistake, because hellooooo, he would have at least TOLD me, right?

Yeah, not so much.  Robert got married within a couple of weeks of our divorce.

While this did not come as a disappointment in any personal sense, i.e. hopes for an eventual reconciliation, it  did make me wonder about my decision to hold off on dating-oriented activities for a few more months.  Essentially asking myself the question, "Okay, I'm putting my life on hold why, exactly?" So, I went home and promptly registered for one of the LDS dating sites.  Spent a few days sifting through messages & "flirts" with varying degrees of potential.

Three days later came a message that struck an entirely different chord.  A good one.  An immediate, frequent (i.e. constant) correspondence began.  Email crush ensued.  After THREE whole days of this, I agreed to meet in person for my first post-divorce date.  It was scary, yes, but considerably less so because we both firmly agreed on a very slow pace and taking plenty of time to get to know each other.

A week went by, and life intervened.  Mr. Email Crush, a.k.a Scott, got a really, really good job opportunity ... in New Mexico.  The following Facebook status ensued:   "Yes, I'm vaguebooking, but I just have to vent. I have THE most insane, unpredictable, irony-filled roller coaster of a life E V E R. Many of you already knew that... the rest of you are officially notified. 

Now, off to bang my head against a wall or two."

Particularly considering that he was actually contemplating turning down the job opportunity, in order to stay here and see how things would progress.  I knew it would be wrong to ask him to, but MAN, I was bummed.  When he called from New Mexico and told me the news, we decided that our carefully planned first date, which was scheduled for today, should probably be pushed up a bit. In fact, he came here straight from the airport.

We talked.  And talked.  And talked and talked and talked, until the very wee hours.  And we reached a conclusion.  We cram in every possible minute of "together time" before he leaves, and then ... we make a decision.  Not necessarily (nor probably) a permanent one; just whether or not it's worth it to keep jetting back and forth to New Mexico.

So, in that spirit of together time, yesterday he brought over dinner after work.  No, he hadn't read my blog yet, and as he was pulling everything out of the bag, he said "I don't know if you happen to like dates ..."

Smile.  Merci Dieu.