A date?

So, I'm not sure, but I think I may have just been on a date.

Now, I've kind of been on hiatus--I went home for my brother's wedding, caught my sister-in-laws bouquet, and decided that I'd better back off and not tempt fate, lest I see the bouquet's promise brought to fruition.

Scary thought.

So, I put myself "on the shelf," as my friend Gina likes to call it. Of course I visit the Big B, but that hardly counts. Stopped calling the Nigerian, broke it off with Mormon #1, and Mormon #2 has taken to avoiding me in church, so that was easy.

Mormon #1 and I are still pretty good friends--he took me out for my birthday, even while I was on the shelf, and we chat every week in church. So, when he emailed me today and asked what I was up to, I was more than happy to go with him to a baseball game (this is our regular date, apparently).

So, we went to the Nationals/Giants game (Nationals lost--why do I always end up cheering for the losing team?) and had an awesome time. I'm finding that now that I'm no longer dating him, I'm so much more comfortable with Mormon #1! But then he said something about us being on a date. And while I get that we're not "dating," so I didn't need to panic, it did throw me into some sort of weird ambiguity.

I decided to ignore it. I deal with many of life's inconsistencies that way. It works very well for me.

But, we still had a great time--date or not--and I love hanging out with him. I didn't even feel the need to call the Big B afterwards, even though he was clearly home. Go me. My life, my shelf.