I think I have a Clayton’s* date on Sunday.
I say Clayton’s, because it really isn’t a date. It’s a business meeting with another web geek, one whom I’ve been in touch with since the insane week before Christmas (the week when I was trying to churn out a big job that I was underskilled for… (long story…)) anyway, we’ve spent a bit of time chatting on the phone, always work related, neither of us knowing anything about each other outside of how much we play with html, css, CMS etc…
Of course I suspect that there have been times when I talk too much and do the girly ‘give too much away’ thing. Not that I could name what I’ve said, I’m just fairly sure I shot my mouth off, I usually do. The reason I suspect this is that he sent me an invite to join a web-based single’s circle for the over 30’s that he’s set up (the things we geeks do for fun…). It isn’t a dating site, it isn’t a pick a mate from a list of profiles, it’s just a group of people who get together to hang out at occasional events..
Now, I didn’t know he was single, nor that he was in that age group. And I didn’t think he knew as much about me. So, while I’m all in favour of meeting new people and being part of an ‘invitation only’ group I was a little surprised to be offered the invite… And this, hot on the heels of my having decided to unsubscribe from my long standing account with my G.O.D.S (Godly Online Dating Service).
So, here we are, after a month or so between conversations and just this week I’ve both joined his single’s group and run a business idea past him which has necessitated meeting up to go over it in person. Easy enough to make the connection that it’s the combination of the two that makes the business meeting feel as though it has an ‘edge of date’ about it. Of course, if you add the fact that we’ve traded photos to make identification easier at our chosen rendezvous, the ‘edge of date’ gets a little more emphasis.
Though instead of a carrying a copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ bookmarked by a rose
I’ll be the one with the laptop.
*Any of my Kiwi and possibly Aussie readers will understand what I mean by a Clayton’s situation. There’s a full explanation of the phrase here. But if I say a Clayton’s date is ‘the date you’re having when you’re not having a date’ you’ll get the idea…