The Children Need Him More Than I Do.

by jlolb

It is necessary to have a visual of those three places before I tell you this story.
My friend Danielle and I decided it would be best for both of our souls to go on a man-fast for a while. As you all know, my luck with man-fasting is very bad. I don’t have much will power–which is why I always fail at being anorexic, never get out of bed early to exercise, and always finish the bottle of wine. When it comes to men, I am usually the same way. I had lots of faith in my ability to pull this off this time, though.
And I failed.
I went on a date tonight. With Zach. A cute 25 year old college graduate with what sounds like a decent job (and he travels a lot, like me), and a similar love for Thai food. We met at my favorite Thai restaurant tonight (even though it is in a shoddy part of town and my sister is convinced I am going to get shot every time I go there). Conversation was off to a good start, we perused the menu, he ordered the yellow curry duck and I had the pad thai–per my usual. We talked about our jobs, families, friends, goals, aspirations, his immunizations* etc. He was cool.  It was fun. Great date? Right?
Here’s the catch: Zach leaves Saturday to go back to Denver for work for two weeks. He comes home on the 20th and then is done working. He quit his job. So that he can leave in January to go to ECUADOR* to teach ENGLISH to the CHILDREN for somewhere between SIX MONTHS AND A YEAR. Blast! Damn noble people, anyway. “Thanks for dinner and a great date, maybe I’ll run into you in South America sometime???”
I’m not very good with geography, but I do know that Denver, Ecuador and my lovely spot in Iowa are not, well, very close at all.
My sister’s first question: Why are you going on dates with men who are based in Denver and are moving to Ecuador next month?
She’s brilliant.
Because I wanted to, that’s why. Maybe the man-fast won’t be so difficult after all–especially if all the men I am interested in are jet setting to South America for the rest of their lives. Okay, a little cynical, yes, but I suppose I will just take it one day at a time and see how it goes.  Nights in Rodanthe anyone??
Have I ever told you all how much I hate dating? Sometimes I think it might have been easier if I had been born into one of those families who believe in arranged marriage–set me up and send me off to get knocked up with my new husband and a flock of sheep as my dowry.