Thanks, Layla for your comment about the date…lunch went well, but I find myself thinking of him more as someone I’d set a friend up with, not so much for myself. Part of that, I think, has to do with the age difference. I admit it…given the opportunity, I’d love to have a second child with “the one,” and I can’t see doing that with someone who’s already nearly 47!

Other thoughts on him, and in reflection, on me:

I talk a lot. (NO, really???)

Seriously…I’m much more sedate and calm now than I ever was while younger; I’ve developed a bit more self-control. This guy, at 47, still seems to have the self-control for talking/interrupting that I had at 20. That is…very little. Over lunch with a friend yesterday, I explained it to her this way: while she and I might interrupt each other to add to the current conversation — ie, to ask a question or make a comment about the other person — this guy tends to interrupt just to tell his next story. I like stories. Really, I do. But I’m not sure about this.

The good parts: cute, great shape, many-many-many common interests. So why am I feeling so lukewarm? I came home last night after a day offline to this note:

Hey Allison. Finally getting a few seconds to write.

Just wanted to send a quick note to tell you that I had a very nice lunch with you yesterday and that Maya is absolutely adorable!! I loved watching all of the funny faces that she made as she reacted to various things. So cute!!

Well, you mentioned just the two of us getting together soon and I wanted you to know that I’m up for that when you are.

I did, indeed, suggest that we could meetup sans-baby for dinner or the like, and I think I’ll give it at least a CHANCE before I decide. (Or is that, I’ll fillibuster instead of calling a yes/no vote to the floor?) Problem is, since the ball’s in my court, that means I actually ahve to get motivated and make time for babysitting and all. Today, anyway, I’m not motivated.