1/19/09 - Date Seven: Playing Doctor??

Oh, I really, really wish we had. Damn. 

So, it actually happened. I actually laid eyes on the Doctor. Still cute, still smart, still interesting. Still tired, still working weirdo hours, still unavailable. Sad. The date started out with us being at different bars (his fault not mine, and I have the text evidence to prove it should the need arise) but that was soon all sorted out. We saw each other for the first time in almost three months across a crowded intersection full of traffic, headlights, speeding cars, and cyclists. It was magical. Both of the places that we'd been previous to meeting were super duper crowded so we decided to walk a bit to this great hole-in-the-law and try there thinking that it was less likely to be busy on this random Monday night. We were lucky to grab the last two stools at the bar. It was as if we'd seen each other yesterday. I know that sounds cheesy but the conversation just flowed so easily as we caught up on each other's lives ... holiday travels ... work dramas ... new adventures ... upcoming plans ...

I even found out why he'd gone AWOL without too much prodding. He told me that after traveling for interviews out of town for a couple weeks, he was put on night duty which meant that his work "day" started at 7 p.m. and ended at 7 a.m. at a hospital 45 minutes away from the city. If there's one thing the Doctor and I have in common it's sleeping. We've had multiple discussion about how much we like to sleep and how important it is and how much we both mutually love our beds. So, basically, this schedule for him is like death. He told me that being out with me was the first time he'd been out with anyone for 3 weeks!!! Can you imagine? (Please reference my first posting about the myth of dating the Doctor)

Anyway, we had a couple drinks but left a little early because he was flying out the next day to CA to do another interview and needed to pack, etc. I also needed to get back to get ready for work the next morning so wasn't too disappointed at what I thought was a bit of an early end to the evening. His place is on the way to mine and it was bitter, bitter cold outside so he didn't walk me home (typically a check minus, but for some reason I can't give a minus to the Doctor). He gave me a really nice hug and a kiss on the cheek, which is progress from our first two dates where I got the hug alone. I walked home feeling happy that I'd seen him, yet a little disappointed and a little, um, unfulfilled, like something was kind of hanging out there, unsaid.

I'd only been home for about 15 minutes when the text messages started. He opened by saying this is was nice to see me finally ... I said the same ... he then said that he was feeling sad that he was so rushed and wished that he'd invited me up to his place ... I told him that that invitation would have been eagerly accepted ... He told me that I looked very cute ... I smiled to myself and typed 'ditto' ... he then told me that all he wanted to do was get me naked. 

Stop. Stop it now. I can't remember what I wrote back but OH MY GOD!!!! I would also really like to see the Doctor naked but for some reason our little courtship has been stunted. We met for the first time before Halloween. After that we had another date, I don't remember exactly when, during which we hung out at his place, ate pizza, and watched football. Had a great time and he actually made the rare move of trying to schedule another date during the current one. That date never happened because he had to leave town suddenly and then the traveling referenced above started. 

So, that was the last time we saw each other ... until last night. As I stated before, he comes and goes. It's random. It's totally dependent on his schedule (which I believe) or his whim (which I fear is also true). There's a part of me that would be completely fine if we didn't meet up again ... and then there's a part of me that feels like that would be such a tragedy. We actually have so much in common. Important things in common and I feel like, for right now at least, we're ships in the night, passing each other and not knowing it. 

So, this date carries with it extreme happiness and the hope that something might at some point actually happen with this one. Unfortunately, it also carries with it a good amount of sadness at the realization that I could very easily never see him again. I know that that sounds dramatic but I have a sinking feeling. And that feeling is never good and almost always right. 

I need a pudding cup.