Falling in the General Direction of Up

So...it would seem that I no longer think I might be dating.   Nope.   I think I AM dating.   (Insert a small giggle here) Yes - my last dating experience was in 1979. Nearly 4 decades ago. Oh...that's...wow...old...I'm old! So given that I last dated in another century, I thought I would embark on this experience with a great deal of maturity. And by maturity, I mean, pragmatism.  Hard earned lessons leading the charge.  I  would be rife with sensible-ness.   Imagine my surprise. Instead I feel a little giddy. Cute.  Silly. And kinda high school. Wondering if he feels the same way. Then I hear that he's mentioning me to people and I feel a quiet little thrill. I confide in a mutual friend and we both laugh - eyes dancing. "How great that two special people in my life are seeing eac h other", she says.   I want to tell people.   And yet, I don't.   Partly because there are some key people that should know first, but mostly becaus

God has such a sense of humour.  Not very long after my Frederick and Jeffery posts, I was asked out on a date.   Not by Frederick or Jeffery.  Well, I think it was a date.  I'm not really sure it was a date.    It was an excursion.   An outing.   A hike.   It was a hike.   Is a hike a date?  I mean, a guy asks a girl to go somewhere with him.  It's a date, right?  I mean, he didn't ask me to Home Depot to help him decide on new paint colours or light fixtures - that's marriage, for sure! No, he asked me to go hiking with him on a Saturday. And after the hike was over he deposited me at my car, got out of the truck and gave me that sideways hug thing. If he high-fived me and said "Booyah! Good day dawg!" that would mean we were bro's.  But no, I got the "don't want to scare you with a full on hug so here's the less intimidating sideways hug" hug. Then one day later he asked me to go on another hike.