The first few days of my dating experiment went well. I have managed to adhere to all the rules and regulations that I posted earlier. Of course, it was pretty easy to do judging from the fact that every day, I woke up and went to work and then coached and came home and watched American Idol or something similar. I encountered my first major tempation last night at a birthday celebration at a local restaurant/bar. I went with some people from work and I was having a delightful time - some dinner, some drinks, some dancing and some good conversation.
And then he walked by. All 6'7" of him.
It was like being in the middle of the ocean and dying of thirst, yet there was only salt water to drink.
But back to the story. He was pretty, with a good build and definitely checking me out. I come to find out through later events that he is a professional baseball player.
*Please be advised that I have and still am suffering from an addiction to athletes, especially successful ones.
What is a girl to do? Well, he did get my number, but never called...which I think is probably better for my life in the long run.
It was an ego booster - it showed me that I don't have to pursue the men...in time, the right one will chase after me.