It's Official

If I were counting (not that I was), today the countdown would be over. That's right kids, from this time forward Ms. Complication hits the town as an eligible single woman! I have a good prospect in TT, but am keeping my eyes and heart open to others for the time being. I'm not really interested in a RURR (Really Unhealthy Rebound Relationship). I don't feel the need to waste time playing the field. I know what I want, and now I am free to go out there and get it!

And speaking of RURRs, I have heard rumblings that the next Mrs. MT is already on deck. Yes, you read that right. From what I hear MT has an "understanding" with a 20 year old girl. What's worse is that this understanding took place weeks before everything was final. Just another example of how MT is like school in the summer - no class.

Mixed Bag

As my D-day approaches in four short days (not that I'm counting), I have mixed feelings. I can't believe that in less than a week my relationship status will no longer be "complicated."

Mixed Numbers:
70% awesome
15% wanting to kiss TT on the mouth
9% PMS
5% wanting to scream "HOW DARE YOU?!?!" in MT's face
1% scared
100% surreal


Mixed Doubles:
Earlier this week was the anniversary of my marriage to MT. I "celebrated" by eating a delicious meal prepared by TT at L's house. A man cooking? That's just hot. The food was great, the company was better. I'm still pretty impressed.


Mixed Nuts:
I was answering the phone at work when an especially confident man tried to make the switch from phone-caller to gentleman caller. He asked if I wanted to go to dinner at a local romantic location with him. I responded with a quick "Sure, let's go!" when I saw that he was calling from another state, and clearly had no intention of actually making plans with me, the woman he had spoken to on the phone for 30 seconds and has never met in person. Going along with the joke he asked if my husband or boyfriend would mind him taking me out. I said "Nah, he won't mind." The man then asked "Which is it, husband or boyfriend?" I had to take a beat before answering "Ummm... both?"


Mixed Messages:
I have been irrationally slightly annoyed by the lack of what I can only call "quality communication" with TT over the past week. Only a few text messages and emails have been exchanged. This is of course irrational as we are not even dating. I have realized that the sad truth of the matter is that I must have constant contact from a suitor, or else I quickly lose interest. One day without contact is a let-down. Two days is annoying. Three days is unacceptable. Four days is... wait, who is this again? Of course I like TT, but I can only really tell when we're together or talking. Perhaps I have just taken the message of He's Just Not That Into You to heart, but a few days with no contact sets me to thinking I had better not waist the pretty on this one, even though TT practically has "soul-mate" tattooed on his forehead. When I sent a goofy text message to him and received no reply I felt ignored. Irrationally so. I am like a child saying "PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEEEE!!" Yep, crazy. But acceptance is the first step to recovery, right?


Mixed Emotions:
I cried last night.
Reason 1: What if I don't like TT as much as I think I do? Can I really trust my own judgment after the whole MT nightmare?
Reason 2: MT ruined so much for me. I can't hardly talk about the last 6 years of my life because of him. Of course even when we were married he wasn't my whole life, but it's almost like trying to tell the story of Beauty and the Beast sans Beast (though, to be fair, he was more of a Gaston, except withouth the really good looking part) - it doesn't really work. Additional pain caused by the great relationship that I had with my inlaws, and the apparent need to let go of those relationships, at least on the family level.
Reason 3: It is possible (not likely, but possible) that TT might not want me.
Reason 4: Lady troubles. Period.


Mix-It-Up:
I did it. I made the mental switch from thinking of TT as my crush/boyfriend-type-guy/possible "One" to thinking of him as my bestie pal/BFF/super-friend. I am proud of myself. Making that switch is so liberating! I am now free to look around for other prospects to date instead of/in addition to him. It's as though the weight of definite involvement has lifted, and now I can fully enjoy the possibility. I am open to taking things further, but if nothing evolves, I am totally fine with simply enjoying our awesome friendship. Perhaps we're even better as friends than as lovers/more-than-friends. I'm clearly not going to figure it all out today, but sincerely, making that mental switch has liberated me something fierce. I love the way I'm feeling!

Flirt

Helen Rowland (1875-1950, American journalist and humorist) said, "Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself." I am a terrible flirt. Well, actually I'm a fantastic flirt, and therein lies the problem. A glaring example of my flirting was evidenced in a text exchange with TT earlier this week. He sent me a message mentioning that he had lost sleep over his participation in his singles ward FHE activity the night before. They had played The Dating Game, and TT was one of the bachelors. He was regretting some of his answers to the questions asked, and was feeling a bit embarrassed about his performance in the dance-off. Yes, you read that right, there was a dance-off. After a little bit of back and forth about trying not to care about what other people think, I unabashedly sent off this gem:

C: Besides, I'd guess that you're still the ward heart-throb
despite last night's events. Remember you're totally dreamy.

His reply was:

TT: Yeah, you keep thinking that B-)

I'm guessing that last thing is supposed to be some sort of smiley emoticon wearing sunglasses maybe? I'm not a big emoticon user, as I only infrequently use ":)" or ":D". Regardless, it seemed that my flirting was well received, but I thought I'd better just leave it at that. I hope he's not too overwhelmed by my blatant come-ons. I should probably cool it with the OTT flirting as I'm still on hold for another 11 days before it can really go anywhere (not that I'm counting).

Good Breeding

The other night Girlfriend and I were discussing good breeding in men. Men opening doors, walking on the outside of the street, walking you to the front door after a date - all evidence of good breeding. TT's good breeding was evidenced on our pseudo-date when he asked me to send him a text message when I got home to ensure that I made it there safely (as we had met there, so walking to the door need not apply.) This past week though, he really out-did himself on the good breeding front. I got my mail a few nights ago, and guess what was in there? A hand-written thank you note. Yep, he took the time to get my address and send me a card with stuff written in it. I'm basically in awe of his good breeding, and it has to be said, good penmanship. If his goal was to impress me, mission accomplished. I am quite literally amazed.

A Tendency to Experience Fireworks or What's a Date?

Lloyd: I'm gonna take Diane Court out again.
Corey: Well that's unlikely.
Lloyd: Is the movies a good second date, you know? As a date?
Corey: Well you never had a first date.
Lloyd: Yes we did. I sat across from her at a mall. We ate together. We ate. That's eating. Sharing an important physical event.
Corey: That's not even a scam.
Lloyd: What's a scam?
Corey: Going out as friends.
DC: No its not. Scam is lusting.
Lloyd & Corey: Then what's a date?
DC: A date is a prearrangement. With a possibility for love.
Corey: Then what's love?

from Say Anything...

Last weekend I went on an outing that could be described as a date. Kinda. Sorta. What makes something a date anyway? According to the quote above, a date is "prearrangement. With a possibility for love." Well, this wasn't really prearranged - unless about an hour counts. And though there is the distinct possibility of love in the future, it was CLEAR that no "love" would be taking place that evening.

Here's a quick run-down of the specifics:

Who - Complication and TT. I thought it would be a group outing, but when I found out it would just be the two of us, I didn't back out.
What - Get together to see a fireworks show, and do a little people watching.
When - Friday night.
Where - Local amusement park.
Why - Let's be honest, not only is it fun for us to hang out together, I clearly have a crush on TT, and quite possibly, he me.
How - We each have season tickets to said amusement park, and met there after a brief text-message exchange.

So, judge if you must. I'm still 24 days away from being free to pursue a legitimate relationship with TT (not that I'm counting). Perhaps I am a terrible person. And a shameless hussy. And... I don't care. It was awesome to hang out with him. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

This was the second time the TT and I have experienced fireworks together in as many months. As KBD said, twice in two months constitutes a tendency.