There’s a guy. We’ve been conversing and went on two dates. I’m not going to say that this is serious or anything just yet. A gentleman. He stood up from the booth when I got up to powder my nose. Then stood up when I came back to the booth. Points.

What should I name him? Let me think. G. I. Joe… Michael Kyle (the daddy from “My Wife and Kids”)….. Nope. Got it. Strike One. Let’s call him Strike One.

We met face-to-face at Chick-fil-A on Thursday, July 21st.

It’s weird that I remember the date. I’ve been keeping records of the dudes I’m entertaining on the Notes part of their contact information. Dates. Kids names and ages. Where he’s from etc. My memory sucks. This helps me tell them all apart.

We initially met on Facebook Dating. Nice guy. Looks like his photos. 47. Nice voice. Two kids. 27 and an 11 year old daughter that he’s crazy about. Has a church home. Divorced. The wife left him for another man. Interesting. Need to get more details with time. Has stable employment. IT. His name is on a lease. Actively pursuing two certifications. I’m intrigued by him.

Asked me to leave this Saturday open to spend with him. Okaaaaaaay!

Last night he needed to study for a bit. He and I agreed to FaceTime at 10pm. A plan. I am frequently in the bed at 9:00pm sharp. I intentionally stayed on the sofa watching “Everything’s Trash.”A cute show, by the way. I love the main character. She is unapologetic about being her authentic self, “Sexcellence” and all. Plus, she has pink hair. I have a strong desire to dye my hair hot pink. Stay tuned.

I yawned at 9:58pm. Starting to get sleepy. Two minutes til ten. I can do this. I shook off tired and focused on the episode.

10:13pm. No phone call. I went to bed.

I used the bathroom at 3:23am. No missed calls.

Strike One!

Lesson: DDC, go to bed!

Question: Am I wrong? Is this a strike or nah?