Predicting the Weather

There’s a saying around these parts of "Red sky at night, shepherds delight. Red sky morning, sailors warning". And given this, I have the distinct feeling – no scratch that – make it fear, that the morning sky could be about to start looking a little red and stormy.

So why am I predicting clouds again? Perhaps it’s because I’m now so use to the Match.com scenario where you meet up with someone a few times, all appears to be going well and then the sky promptly falls in all around you.

However, in this instance it’s definitely a case of studying the seaweed, prodding the pine cone and considering your gut feelings, because I simply can’t decide which direction the wind is blowing - plus it’s made all the more worse when you think you may have finally found your soul mate.

Although there is a known method to the madness that is the weather forecast, there is still always an element of chance or the unknown. But in my case, I’m trying to avoid noting the usual hurricane signs and hoping for some clear sky ahead on the dating front. Whilst our meetings have, on the whole, been quite good, they haven’t really had time to set the world alight. I had hoped to change that on the next date, but it appears I’ve been blown off this weekend, and the next one too.

Instead, she’s going out with a friend and then her baby sitter isn’t available the week after that (I neglected to tell you that she has a young son – but that certainly isn’t an issue for me). I’ll always respect a persons independence – and responsibilities - and don’t expect them to be round me like a rash (nor me around them), but I can’t make my mind up whether she’s no longer interested or she’s simply seeing her friend because she went out with me the previous weekend.

I keep thinking that because she gave me her home phone number that she’s still interested, but then I think that the interest can wane if someone more interesting (or better looking) comes along. I’m now racking my brains trying to think up of a way of asking whether things are still OK between us without sounding like a prized, or paranoid, idiot and potentially upsetting the apple cart.