Baskets of eggs

I really, really like Etch. (If you've read this blog in the last two months you already know that.) But we're not exclusive yet, so I'm determined not to keep all my eggs in one basket, so to speak. I've already written how I'm so scared of liking him this much. I figure if I continue to see other people, it won't be so devastating if things don't work out. All of my eggs won't get broken at once.

Enter Officer Do-Right. I met him at Starbucks on Friday afternoon. He came in with his daughter. I made a mental note of his attractiveness, but figured he was married. As I was leaving he pulled his car next to mine and asked if he could talk to me. Turns out he's unattached. We went out Friday night, Sunday afternoon, and Sunday night. He's very intelligent. We had some good, deep conversations, though sometimes I had to tell him to lighten up a little. His kisses were good, though I had to ask him to dry them up some.

He's asked me three times to join him and his daughter for dinner at his place. I have declined. Tonight I told him that I'm not comfortable being around his daughter. He was very quiet. I asked if that bothers him and he said it does. He ended the call quickly after that. I'm not sure what will happen now. The ball is in his court. I had to be honest, though. His daughter's at the age that is my least favorite, and I think it's way too early to meet her regardless.

I've enjoyed spending time with him, and I'd like to see more of him if he can get past my reluctance to date his daughter. If he can't, then I may have to find another spare basket.