Lesson learned

There's something about getting to know a one night stand after the one night stand that makes it all the less alluring.

I just read Chelsea Handler's My Horizontal Life, and feel emboldened. I will admit it. I've had this blog for a year, I like to kiss and tell, but I also like to be vague...enough. So, out with it: let's discuss The Third Grader. He lives in Chicago as well. I knew this when I met him briefly over the summer (for a refresher on him, check back to June). There's this one song that reminds me of him that just came on my Itunes. It's one that I had just discovered when I met him, and one that I played for him and laughed.

I had picked him up from his friends' house, and he said he was surprised by my car. He told me he expected me to drive a red sedan. I took a bit of offense. Do I look the type? Did my black SUV say something else entirely? I certainly hoped so. And while riding in my car, I played said song. And just now, hearing it, I thought of him. Of that moment. And how my expectations were so very different then.

Now that I live in Chicago, we have a tentative friendship. I somewhat suspect that we may have had a chance at something had I not been distracted by all The Other Men who always distracted me. What's done is done and we didn't stand a chance, and now we both try very hard to not be awkward around each other.

The rose colored glasses are off. He is certainly not the man of my dreams. He sort of annoys me. It's his laugh. Perhaps this is just another elaborate lesson learned. It always is.