Been chatting with an nice fellow for about two weeks, give or take. He’s interesting on a lot of levels.

He has an 11 year old kiddo, for whom he shares 50-50 custody with her mom and stepdad. They’re on good terms, he says, and the kiddo gets to decide when she goes from one home to the other. That’s insanely healthy and cool to me.

He’s a veteran working currently an a contractor for the local fort. We’ve chatted about the VA, veteran’s healthcare, PTSD, etc.

He just got into a PhD program this week, in HR-related, ‘human capitol’ sort of stuff. Very much not my jam, but impressive and proof that he’s got ambitions.

He’s independent and seems to avoid codependency, but he’s close enough with family to make a 15 hour drive (all at once) to visit his brother following the death of his SIL. His brother deals with a pretty intense addiction, so I’m glad he was able to be there, even though it sounded exhausting.

He likes scary movies. Meow.

So, what does two weeks of chatting look like? daily texts, some conversations but also just random memes and pictures (nothing too racy), flirting…but he’s also been with the kiddo sine Thursday, he was exhausted Monday-weds following the 30 hours he drove last weekend, frankly there’s been no time to set up an actual face-to-face. He does say he wants to…but he does actually have a life. He lives in Layton, which is a bit of a drive but nothing worse than my weekday commute. However, it’s not like he’s going to introduce me to his kiddo on the first date (that would be a MASSIVE RED FLAG, by the way)

Honestly, my biggest worry, which is my own shit coming out, is that he’s fine with chatting and flirting, but he doesn’t truly want to meet. This is utter baloney and I should actually appreciate going sloooooow, right?

Right? Who even knows.

No fish pic this post, my apologies.