In case any of you are wondering, I am at this very moment driving down to get Aquamama and the kids, as her car is broken down. Or, at least that's what I told the guy I was on a date with.

This would be the second date. Well, not really a date. Get-together? We haven't been on what I would consider a date.

He's a smart, funny, nice guy. Also painfully shy. Which means I have to do a lot of the nudging. Am tired of it. Maybe it's a confidence issue? I don't know. I do know that when he finally called today, after I told him "You asked me out again, nary a word about it since. You are interesting and I'd like to get to know you better," I told him I was going to the mall (Macy's had a duvet on sale. Really good deal.) He agreed to meet me there. We walked around the mall for a while and then were heading up to Frankie's (they have arcade games, putt-putt, etc.) On the way, I called Aquamama and told her I was bored out of my freaking mind. Because I was.

She called with the fake emergency. Maybe I just wasn't in the mood to hang out today, I don't know. She's all for giving him another chance, because the first time we met, I had a good time (oh, and 2 beers. Coincidence?). I think I will, but I'm not going to push for it.

Feel free to hate me now.