The Odd Triumph

Saturday night found me at a fabulous party hosted by some fabulous friends all connected to the media - mostly film makers. It was one of those parties that made you feel comfortable enough to approach anyone you didn't know without fear of appearing like a freak. This is Minnesota. People just don't normally do that.

I spied a very cute guy standing alone and after checking for a ring decided I was interested however on this occasion I thought it would be prudent to follow The Rules and wrangle a more formal introduction rather than approaching him alone. As luck would have it the first person I grabbed (Mark) just happened to know who this McCutey was, assured me that he was single and made the introductions.

The rest of the night McCutey and I talked, laughed and flirted but he didn't ask me for my number! The old me would have offered it to him without his asking or worse I would have asked him for his number but not this time. As I was leaving the party I simply told him I enjoyed meeting him which gave him one more opportunity to ask - but he didn't. In an odd way I feel triumphant. I played by The Rules and in doing so kept my dignity and morals intact. If there is one thing I've learned about men and dating it's this; If he doesn't ask you for your number there is usually a very good reason for it.