Expect It. So here I am, minding my own business at work & making various phone calls to finish up the early week. I have to call this one guy who works in the truancy office of my school system--we've been dealing with a kid who is six & has never been in school. Up to this point he & I have primarily talked about how to deal with this problem but have also talked about our own social-political viewpoints which seem quite aligned. I called to tell him that we were able to complete the testing & that the parent had brought the child to the school & it appeared as though we'd be able to have a meeting to find the appropriate placement for this child so he could get the special education services he so desperately needed.
After talking about that, we somehow got on the subject of how I needed to teach taekwondo class to the kids at my school in our afterschool program but how I really wanted to get home to see my sister. He asked me what belt I was & that he also practiced various martial arts too. Our convo intensified & we began to talk about our current situations: Me: single mom, unattached (hush up! No mentions of the bull here!) Him: single dad, unattached--break-up 4 months ago from girlfriend. Hmmmm...I see a pattern here. We have a lot in common, including musical tastes--which for me is quite important. I know he's in good shape because he says he bikes to work so he can't be too much of a couch potato. You all know where this is leading of course. So we have a lunch date for next week. I've never seen him & he's never seen me, but why not? In a school system full of women, one needs to take opportunities where one can.
It also looks as though the guy from Harford County wants to see me again too--so next weekend is already quite full: the bull on Friday, Harford Guy Saturday, if the guy from the truancy office works out, Sunday will be the day for us....why was I so concerned? Oh, haven't mentioned the online guy from Pennsylvania either. Looks like that's shaping up too. Mebbe I will have a date for New Year's after all.