As most of you know, I'm actively dating, and I'm using online dating as a tool. (I met my ex-husband online, but I'm trying not to hold that against the online community - LOL)  There's one guy who pops in and out of my online life quite a bit.  He's a pilot who I think freelances for smaller airlines.  Older, very dashing (according to his photos) and quite a conversationalist.

I finally, after quite a bit of him asking and me ignoring (a dashing pilot who I only hear from every few months is NOT my ideal man) gave him my phone number.   He called.  And we talked.  He's definitely a talker, and a good question asker.  First thing out of his mouth was "what's your favorite restaurant?" Mine back was "casual or fancy?"

He says, "Woman, I've been trying to get your phone number for years.  I think this calls for fancy!"  LOL

(FYI - we didn't set a date.  Dratted phone battery died.)

How does this guy differ from the guy I asked the advice about?  I actually MET that guy, and he disappeared after the first date. Ken, the dashing pilot, and I have never met.  I expect a guy who meets me and finagles a kiss from me to either stick around or say 'thanks but not for me' and go away. Or maybe become a friend.  I have quite a few guy friends. This guy just disappeared, then comes back.

I decided to go shopping yesterday, and while walking to the car, I slipped on ice and fell.  Pride (rear end) is bruised, and I sprained my left wrist.  Mild sprain, but this messes up part of my exercise routine.  That leaves me with perhaps the elliptical (if I don't use the arm bars) and walking.  Since it's obviously icy out, that leaves going to a mall to walk.  I hate malls.  I'm not a shopper.  How do I buy clothes?  I find clothes that look good on the rack, I buy them, take them home and try them on.  Yeah, I'm really a guy. ggg  And yes, this strategy means that I return a lot of clothes.  But here's the cool thing.  Give one of your kids a buck or two and they'll return them for you!  lol

And yes, yesterday I did buy an outfit, and I hated it when I tried it on.  Even tried to convince myself that the stuff would look good after I lose the twenty pounds I'm attempting to lose, but I lost that argument with myself.  So back the stuff goes.

I should also mention that I have a challenge with a fellow writer on losing 20 pounds by March 10th (that's the date of my daughter's wedding).  Who loses it first or who loses the most wins.  The loser must do a 'naked' dance through the SP Cafe.   And my challenged friend, if you're reading this - I've lost two pounds!