Poker Face

"Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game".- Voltaire
Hey friends! It's your friend, Bree.
It's been a busy few weeks since my last post. I had a good birthday last month. My (ex) Co-Worker had stopped by to see me for a bit. On my actual birthday, Mac Guy took me out for a late dinner at George's at the Cove and proceeded to crack me up during most of our meal. I think a waitress thought I was crying and shot Mac Guy dirty looks. (I was laughing silently into my napkin.)
Last weekend, Mac Guy was in a wedding. I wasn't thrilled about going but I did. Must say I have made a lot of progress in my journey to recovery. I wasn't crying; I was jaded. The wedding itself was fine, just a bit disorganized.
A couple weeks ago I was supposed to meet a new guy for the first time for coffee. Unfortunately, he didn't call or show. That is extremely ridiculous and rude. Why on earth would anyone still stand someone up?
I had been in touch with another guy who I'll call the Hopeless Romantic, emphasis on the word "hopeless". He was a Stage 3 Clinger and reminded me of an ex I had in my 20s. Yikes. Way too intense for my taste and apparently insecure/desperate. He kept texting several times a day and would not get the hint that I was busy. I had one phone conversation with him and lost all interest.
Then I've been getting sporadic e-mails from other guys. Sadly, I'm not interested in any of them. There were a couple single dads that seemed ok but I'm not interested in dating dads.
Last week, a couple of friends from high school were in town. We had a last-minute dinner and I invited Mac Guy. He seemed to do ok although there were some moments that I could have done without. I keep hoping that he gets a little less socially awkward with each encounter. He seems to be improving slightly.
Until next time, cheers!