Single Girl Dating Diaries: Saffron

It’s a Wednesday night and I’m chatting with two chickies I met in Germany, Tina and Mary, both of whom have now taken up residence on my couch for the week. They’re deciding which hot outfit to wear to the clubs tonight and are trying to convince me to join. “I think I’ve outgrown my clubbing phase ladies,” I say, not really believing my own words. The truth is I’ll probably revisit that “phase” when I need a break from my dive bar, late night coffee shop, art house-movies-in-cemeteries phase that I’ve been running with. The girls ask me what my plans for the evening are, not at all thinking of a Wednesday as a “school night”, like most of my pals with conventional jobs would.

Some days I wonder if I’ll be able to enjoy my life if it doesn’t feel like some sort of social experiment. Half of my friends are travelers, seen to the world as hippies of sorts and the other half are grounded, structured individuals well on their way to building families, foundations, etc. etc. – i.e. the people my Ma always refers to when she’s trying to describe good role models for me. (I’m in my late twenties btw.)

And me…? Some days I relate to both, some days to neither. The phone rings and I’m brought back to my buzzing apartment.

“Hello?” Rory, a guy I’ve gone out with a few times, is on the other end and asks me if I want to go see the latest Tarantino flick. Mary guffaws with disapproval … “Too boring!” she shouts as I try to cover the receiver, hoping he doesn’t hear her protest.

I mutter “Yeah maybe…I might be in the mood for a movie.” He’s annoyed by my lack of defense for a movie night. He asks me when the last time was that I took the night off without any unlikely scenarios.

“Saffy, maybe you should take a night to yourself, breathe deep, be lazy. We can catch a flick another time.” I don’t get more than two words in before he hangs up on me. I’m not really sure how I’m suppose to respond to that abrupt conversation. I wonder why I go out with guys like Rory, I know he’s good company and he helps me pass the time, but he doesn’t really understand me … or am I the one that needs to change? I’m considering staying in as he suggests, but I let that thought quickly pass.

I’ll probably find some reason to call him again, maybe even a couple of more times …. hoping that magically he’ll become a guy that I still find interesting after date number three.

So what to do with my Wednesday night? Like most nights, coming to a simple decision is so freaking difficult because everything has a hint of enticement, but nothing really grabs me. So, like most nights, I will hop over to a local bar for a beer and good eats and then the late night coffee shop for my ritual 1 am latte – and all is well with the world once again my friends!

This is my brief intro. Stay tuned for further entries in my dating diaries.