The Anti-Midas Touch

ya know how some people seem to have the "Midas Touch", where everything they touch turns to gold? i have the exact opposite.

in a rare moment of (alcohol induced) extroversion i decided to go downtown last weekend, visit some clubs, maybe find Ms. Right or at least Ms. Right Now. or maybe it was just to get the hell out of my seclusion.

and so i met this woman. nice, mid-40's, divorced, attractive. we talked, drank, danced, even fooled around a bit. she gave me her number, told me to call.

sunday i was a wreck. ecstatic because, hey, this -never- happens to me (i don't meet women in clubs. or anywhere, really, for that matter). and scared because i knew i'd tell B about it and that it'd cause us issues. but she doesn't want to see me and she tells me that she wants me to go out.

i told her. she asked a few questions. and though she said it didn't bother her, she was different, and quiet, the rest of the day.

so i called the woman yesterday. voicemail. left a message. no response.

now i know it's been a long, long time since i was in the dating scene but i thought if a woman gave you her number (and it was actually a working number and the voice on the voicemail was actually hers) that it kinda meant there was some interest.

i guess things have changed.

so, back to the midas touch. everything i touch seems to turn to ..... lead? crap?