I got asked out on a date tonight. "You're pretty, how do you feel about going on a date with a plumber."
Well, it depends on the plumber. The plumber who worked on my house remodel, yes.
This one, just not my type. He's a decent guy. A little rough around the edges. I also happen to know he asks pretty much every woman out.
I told him I didn't date in the program. Which isn't strictly true. I'd make an exception once in a while. But I'm definitely not there to date. Plenty of people are, and that's fine. I would rather focus on my sobriety. If I happen to get to know someone and we hit it off, great. But I won't be accepting dates from random acquaintances.
After I told him "No. Thank you though" he kept trying to get me to grab his butt. Uh, no. I just snorted and said "No" until he quit asking. Does that ever work?
It was actually a good meeting. A ton of people I knew were there. Made me glad I'd bestirred myself to go.
The rest of the day was fun too. I went to the barn to ride, but I ended up going out into the back pasture to meditate for an hour and a half. Didn't see another soul that entire time. I need to do that more often. It was peaceful and centering.
An out-of-town friend came by to visit for a couple of hours.
I watched TV. I read. I thought about going to an earlier meeting, but I was feeling like I didn't want to try something new tonight. It was cold and dark. LS was a better choice. Warm amd familiar.
A little like church. Yikes. That there alone is a reason to take everything with a grain of salt.