Berry nice

I forayed back into the world of dating a little while ago. I mean I actually went out on a date. Usually I chat and chat and chat and eventually discover a deal-breaker so that I don't want to go out with them.


This time the potential date wasn't going along with that plan. He kept asking me to meet and was persistent.


It was actually kind of irritating. So one night I said "Fine, let's go for coffee then!". Of course by the time I said this nothing was open but Tim's which is not my idea of a great date location. And I was fully prepared to go have coffee, some chitchat, confirm that I didn't want to see him again and start drafting the thanks but no thanks email in my head on the way home.


Which was great until just seeing him walk across the parking lot caused a "zing" that I haven't felt in a long time. (aside from the young'un who has since relocated himself back to SK)


Then we chatted for 3 hrs in Tim's. And the man was shifting around on his seat so much at the end I couldn't help but giggle a bit. Tim's seats aren't meant for 3 hr coffee dates.


And for the first time in a long time on the way home I was thinking "well crap, what if he doesn't like me back?"


But so far it seems he does and although there have been some quirks that sometimes cause some confusion - sarcastic and dry humor is hard to read; he seems like a nice guy. So when he laughs that I haven't cut the grass in almost two weeks and asks what I've been doing and suggests I get off my butt - which gets me kinda cranky and irritated, he then follows it up by showing up with 2 buckets of saskatoons. I've been talking about going to get saskatoons for weeks.

Last weekend my range hood fan, new bathroom light and upstairs bedroom lights all got installed - without asking. And when upon pulling out the stove all kinds of grodiness was revealed, he wiped down the sides of the cupboards and the floor without a dig on my cleaning at all.

So it seems I need to figure out how to handle a nice guy...with a dry sarcastic streak.

Maybe I'll start plying him with saskatoon pie.