My date? Friday night? It was lovely.
We met at a local brewery called Tooth & Nail and enjoyed a couple of very tasty beers with great conversation. After a few hours we moved on to one of the oldest bars in Ottawa, the Carleton Tavern – it’s 81 years old – and continued to really enjoy each other’s company. But it was fascinating, too. As I mentioned before, he is an artist…and I am not. Like, SO not. Our day to day lives and passions are so incredibly different…but our personalities are very similar in the way we talk, listen and interact with people. Which made for a really fun and refreshing conversation. I have no idea whether, after date #2, we would still find each other as fascinating and as fun to be with given our differences, but on Friday night we were at the Carleton until 2:30am…I didn’t get to bed until 4am…and I had to be up at 7am to my long run with my team…and it was so worth it.
But my run suffered!! I managed 10k before calling it quits and heading home. I swear, I could barely see, I was so tired. lol Just in case you’re wondering, I slept for 11 hours STRAIGHT Saturday night.
It was a BEAUTIFUL weekend weather-wise. I posted this from last weekend:
Ok, so Sunday I did something that those of you have been reading my blog for a long time will, at least initially, shout at me for. I met up with MDH.
For those of you who don’t know who that is, when it comes to the definition of a terrible boyfriend, he is the living definition.
For those of you yelling at the screen right now, I know, I know, but hear me out. He and I haven’t spoken since last October when I told him to leave me alone, that I wasn’t putting up with his crazy anymore. Since then he has called and texted a few times but I have just ignored him. But last week, he sent me a message that, for the first time, had a completely different tone. He took full responsibility for all that had happened between us and said that he had come to realize that he would rather have me in his life as a friend, than not at all. So, I told him I would give it a chance and we met up yesterday morning at 11am to view the Vikings exhibit at the Museum of Canadian History.
And then, went out for lunch afterwards. We spent 5 hours together yesterday. We didn’t fight once (i.e. he didn’t say anything completely crazy), he continued to take full responsibility for the crazy that had happened, and we had an unbelievably good time together. As friends. I’m really hopeful that this can continue. But, he knows that if crazy resurfaces, I’m out of there for good.
So because Abby’s medication makes her pee more and she wakes me 1-2 times per night to let her out (and this is sucking the life out of me), I’m hoping to teach her to use pee pads in the house during the night.
Seriously, how do you teach a 7 year old dog how to pee inside???
I really don’t know, but what I do know is that she cracks me up – this was hear as I was getting ready this morning.