I didn’t write yesterday because I was too nervous. Too nervous because fireguy was coming in to town to meet me.

And he did — come in to town and met me. We had a lovely dinner actually. We had good conversation. It ended rather early because we had plans to go to the Grand Canyon in the morning.

Morning came around. He came over. He smelled like smoke and I asked him about it.

He smokes.

One of the things that I’ve said is a limit for who I’ll date/be involved with is smoking. I have a hard time breathing when someone smokes around me.

So, I asked him how much he smokes. Instead of answering, he said that he had a feeling this was going to be an issue between us and we should end it here. He said he smokes when he’s not working and his mother (who lives with him) smokes heavily.

He’s a really nice guy. He has a great personality. He is a generous person.

But it just wasn’t meant to be. And I feel bad about that for some reason. Not necessarily for me. I really hate that he came all this way, bought me dinner, and it didn’t work out. That’s an expensive first/only date.

So, instead of heading up to the Canyon (which I could do by myself, I know), I’m doing homework. I have some things to catch up on and I want them done before the new semester starts.

Maybe I should bow out of the dating game until I’m done with school anyway. I mean…there are only a few places I want to go for my doctorate and they aren’t here — so I’d have to move anyway. I don’t think most men are going to be up to moving with me when I go.

And, you know, being single isn’t so bad. It does have its perks.