January 11, 2015

I had plans to meet a guy from the online dating site I was on.  We had some things in common, but I kinda felt like I was going through the motions when I agreed to meet him.  My flat tire threw a wrench in things, but we were able to meet later in the day.

I was in the shower getting ready to meet him.   I decided to shave my legs.  While I had one leg propped up on the side of the tub, my foot slipped.  I quickly shifted my weight sideways to the other foot.  Then that foot slipped and I fell sideways, hitting my head on the side of the tub.  I lay there, stunned, and a little afraid that I had seriously hurt myself.  A few tears escaped my eyes. I put my hand to my head, relieved to find that I wasn’t bleeding.  I checked my level of responsiveness and was A+Ox4, although I figured the fact that I could remember all of the questions to ask myself would have been self sufficient.  I considered myself lucky and reflected that if I HAD been seriously hurt and unable to move, I would probably have died.  It was a sobering thought.  It made me wish for someone else to live with who could take care of me or even at least be around so if I hurt myself badly I wouldn’t die.

When I met my date, I discovered that he was better looking in person.  His profile picture made him look like he had a squashed head, but it wasn’t that bad.  He barely spoke and looked extremely nervous — the entire time.  I was very glad we chose something to do that we could both focus on because it would have been extremely awkward otherwise.  At the end of the date, he kept looking at me.  I thought he was hoping for a kiss, so I gave him a quick hug instead.   Then he clumsily asked if we could do it again sometime.  I agreed, but mostly because the memory of falling in the shower was still with me.  Who knows, maybe he’d be less nervous next time and I could actually get to know him.


Hygiene – I showered, but did not brush my teeth.

Mood and temperament – Good.  I treated him well, I think.  I kinda took a bit more of a decisive position in our date than I prefer, but he wasn’t exactly doing it.


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