Dr. Clooney

Dr. Clooney is studying for his first borad exam; I am working a traveling full-time job while taking two classes. Neither of us have lots of free time. But we both want to spend time with each other. That's a good sign.

To be honest, as smitten as I was after the first date, I didn't really believe this was real. There are probably a total of three single intellectually stimulating guys who are financially viable and active and good looking in San Diego. The rest of them are just your typical dude-speaking surfing frat boys. What are the chances I met one of the three guys?? Is he a serial killer?? Is he going to disappear on me like so many seemingly great guys have? I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because of this, I kept resisting liking him too much.

Dr. Clooney called me the day after our first date. I was busy when he called so I didn't pick up the phone. At night I figured even if he's not real, I should still call back. I was anxious. I hate talking on the phone in general, and with Dr. Clooney I had performance anxiety. But I called anyway. He didn't pick up, and I had a mixed feeling of relief, disappointment, and "of course, he's not real". But he called back 5 minutes later. So we talked. It had its awkward moments, but we were on the phone for over an hour. I always measure a guy based on how long I can talk to him on the phone. All my long-term ex's I was able to talk on the phone with them for hours. This is a good sign.

So we decided on a Thai restaurant for our second date. I arrived at 6pm, walked up to the restaurant, and didn't see him. So I sat in the car, figured that rush hour traffic is probably holding him up. Then at 6:15pm I wondered if I was being stood up. Again, I had that mixture of feeling relieved, disappointed, and "of course, he's not real". Just as I was ready to call it a night and go home and study, he texted me then and asked me if everything was ok. Turned out he was sitting at the corner of the restaurant and I didn't see him the first time.

We proceeded to a walk on the beach and coffee. Did I seriously just go on a 5.5-hour second date with one of the only three great men in San Diego? When the hell is the other shoe going to drop? Am I still alive?

At the end of the night he asked me to go home with him and stay over. I really wanted to. Yes the one of the only three great men in San Diego is also very sexy. But I am doing a personal experiment these days to see if I can be less attached to a guy if I don't sleep with him too early on. Especially with a guy I still don't believe is real, I've got to protect my heart in case he just disappears in the wind. Having too much oxytocin in my system this early on is unwise. And I told him that. He seemed to take it well. So the other shoe didn't drop... Okay Dr. Clooney, let's have it, what the hell is wrong with you that you are available????

What I learned: pheromone aren't detectable in human (I am skeptical about this medical claim even when it comes from a physician-to-be).

Third date: scheduled.