magic paw lost it's magic...

Many of you have asked what's been happening on the Mr. Handsome Moving Sale Man front. So I thought I would take pause and fill you in.

Follow along closely so you don't miss out on all the little detailed innuendos.
Ready?

Here's what's been going on.

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Yup. That's the extent of it. My leap out of my comfort zone netted me pretty much nothin'. Except for a new-to-me loveseat for my office. Which, as you can attest to previous pictures, my dogs absolutely love.

Yes, there was flirtation.

Yes, there was the promise of budding romance.

No, it ain't gonna happen.

My rabbit's foot has lost all it's magic. It's time to get another.

As it turns out, Mr. Handsome Moving Sale guy must have some hidden issue. For what I was able to find out via Internet (thank you Google) he's not rich beyond your wildest dreams, per se, but not bad off either. So for a successful man you'd think he had a little more moxy, more confidence, more initiative.

I did my part.

I got out of my comfort zone and dropped off a business card, under the guise of interest in a piece of furniture.

He must have seen through my flimsy facade when he made the comment of "Classy move", but I followed through and bought said interested item at garage sale. Which has now become my dogs favorite spot in the house.

I texted a couple of times to dangle the carrot, make sure he didn't forget about my existence. Then I got sick. And then he was traveling. Timing was not on our side. But this past week there looked to be a viable opportunity to get together.

Wednesday afternoon I sent over a message, "R U free 4 a drink this evening?"

Innocent enough, yet slightly flirtatious.

Response from Mr. Handsome Moving Sale man, "Not really...sorry. Friday?"

"Friday I can't. Hosting a Halloween party for my daughter. Maybe another time." It was just a slight fib. It was partially for my daughter, but many of my own friends and well, I just don't know him well enough to invite him to that...yet.

I thought of how several years ago Chrissy invited a guy she had recently begun to date to be her escort for a wedding. She was in the wedding party. They got on fabulously and everyone loved him. Things looked good for the two of them. She never heard from him again.

So, yeah. I made the decision to not invite him to the pumpkin fest. Fib a little by allowing him to think that it's a kids event. We'll wait just a tad to see if a.) he's a keeper to show off to my friends; b.) he's able to handle my friends...

I immediately got a phone call from him. Perhaps he thought I was giving the blow-off? As in another time/amother life kind of comment? He explained that he was leaving for Pittsburgh and would be back tomorrow. "Could I do lunch?"

Yes. No problem.

Lunch is good.

He asked where my favorite spot was. That's a hard question. Where to go? My answer could be a maker/breaker. If I answer a place too nice, he might view me as high maintenance. Too beer/shot, he might think me a closet Nascar fan. Lunch place to talk....hmmm, somewhere middle of the road. Jesus, that's a hard question....

All this is playing through my head for that split second.

I opted for the Switzerland answer of, "You decide."

Immediately I started shaking my fist at myself! How lame! I just stoided and couldn't get anything out. Bah, Nancy.

We reached a decision to indeed have lunch on Friday. The plan was he'd call in the morning and we would then figure on a time and place.

With the iffy weather, I was in full throttle party plan mode on Friday. I really didn't have the time to spend flirting and lunching, but I didn't want to pass up this opportunity. So whilst getting everything set up, I made sure my phone was within reach.

At 11:36am he texted that he was "Waiting on AT&T".

He is moving, after all. All those utility set-up service calls. I thought the delay was great, it'd buy me a little more time to complete some work before changing clothes.

I sent back, "Hi Patrick...ah, the dreaded service call. At least At&T isn't too bad, I speak from experience. Are you still free for lunch? Time frame?"

I mean, it's okay if he needs to cancel. I do have this party in a few hours to prepare for. I almost was wishing he would reschedule. It would ease my pre-party stress a little.

A couple of minutes later I heard the *bing* of the incoming text.

"Yes, as soon as they r done. They aren't here yet."

That was at 11:49.

Friday morning.

Tuesday at 2:46pm I sent him "You can't still be waiting for the cable guy? ;-) Hope you had a great weekend."

I've not heard anything from him since.

No cancellation.

No apology.

No "how was your party", nothin'.

I got a big ol' stagutz...nada, zip.

I told Chrissy about it the other night. She sent me an e-mail with just one word in the body.

'Dick'

and then the link to eHarmony.com

Maybe driving a big, black Escalade made his ego too large.

But in my book a no show, no call is just rude.

I don't care how good looking you may be. Or how successful. Or busy.

Rude is rude.

It's too bad. But it's okay.

I do have a new-to-me loveseat.

That the dogs love.

But do you know any single guys?

eHarmony is a little pricey.

I've got to get me a new Rabbit's foot. The one I have is all worn out.

Damn.

:-)