The 2nd Date

If you recall from my last post, I mentioned having recently experienced what could only be called an "unusual" first date. Yes, someone I met online. We proceeded to get to know each other via email and instant messaging (romantic right). Then came date numero uno....it wasn't fabulous....it wasn't bad, but definitely not fantastic. We met at Chaya (my fav). What happened? Absolutely nothing happened to say eeeck gad, horrible date, He was pleasant, I was pleasant but we were starting from ground zero which threw us both for a loop. Neither one of us could figure out why we had such a connection online and zippo in person! I was definitely a little sad on the way home....but the troopers that we are decided we'd give it another shot!

Date Numero Dos: Wow.... fabulous...amazing (insert your own positive adjective) it was well, one of the best dates I've ever had. Knowing my friends who read this, I'm certain you are all highly anticipating the details....but you're not getting them here!! That's right, I ain't saying a word in this post, are you kidding me! I, if nothing else am not an idiot!!! It would be better to talk about the other billion or so 1st dates I've had. None are more memorable than the bad ones....and I've had plenty of those. The following is true, exaggeration will not be necessary...not a slight chance I'll need to!

Bad Date Number 1: His name escapes me....but it was probably Bill, Jim or some other similar type name....frankly, I blanked it out of my memory. I'll just call him Tom....Tom was an architect, a friend of a friend, new to town, solid specimen of a man...or so my "friend" told me. "Great sense of humor, absolutely beautiful green eyes, you're gonna love him" she said. We exchanged numbers through my friend Laura...her name I'll never forget (by the way we don't speak any more) so I'm calling her out....yes that's right her name was Laura and she knows what she did! Tom called, he seemed pleasant enough...we decide to go for a beer at the Irish Bank (no better place for a Guinness). I arrive first or so I thought. I wait for 15 minutes while I notice a guy looking my way throughout that time but not making a move...he's too busy talking to another woman at the bar. She leaves giving him a strange look...he walks towards me (first bad sign). What am I sloppy seconds...jeez. He looks fine enough from afar, however once he approaches and sits down...those beautiful green eyes are looking right at me.....WRONG! One is looking at the ceiling and the other towards his own nose! What's a girl to do in this situation...I mean I had no clue, I smiled, I chatted, I tried to look at him! It was just too confusing! I noticed the scratches in the bar, counted the number of bubbles in the foam on my Guinness...God I was miserable. I felt bad, I,didn't want to be one of those people who wouldn't consider him because of a physical imperfection, but come on now! Why hadn't someone (Laura or him perhaps) mentioned this particular piece of information??? But here's the kicker...as I'm sitting there trying to be as pleasant as possible (not wanting him to say something derogatory to Laura) he mentions that he needs to end the "date" because he has another one coming in in about 10 minutes! "It was a pleasure to have met you though" he says! Are you kidding me! Come on now, who is this guy! Does he do this to make women miserable? To brag to his friends that he had 3 dates in the same night? To make himself feel like a stud? OMG! Now, I am certain and I mean certain that you all have figured out why Laura and I no longer speak!

Let's talk about Match.com

I swear I have two different friends who've met the love of their lives on Match.com....frankly, that fact is a constant irritant to me. Yes, I've signed up (three different times actually) and lasted all of 30 days each time. Here's where my relationship or lack there of with MDC starts...

I take on a fabulous new job at the Hotel Adagio...blah, blah, blah. First thing out of my new General Manager's mouth (well, not really but it sounds good), you're single right? Did you know that the last Director of Sales & Marketing found her love on MDC and moved to Hawaii?. (insert roll of eyes) I smiled politely and thought Oh God, I hope I don't have to sit where she did...then I thought, Oh God, I hope I do! I mean really, maybe I'd get lucky right?

How to write a profile well...who knows, I sure don't. Maybe what I describe and ask for in mine doesn't translate well. Or maybe the people who actual see my photo and aren't horrified don't bother to read what I spent days writing and re-writing and pondering over every detail. Let me be clear....if I say I'm looking for someone who's between 40 and 50 with all of their teeth, then dammit I mean it. What's the deal with all of the 55 - 60 year old men winking and emailing saying "we have so much in common"....ugh! First off, I'm 46....feel 36 and on a good day look the same. Why would I want to go out with someone who doesn't know who The Cure is. Didn't dance til the wee hours of the morning at DNA Lounge or the Holy Cow or has more in common with my Aunt Yvonne than me! Secondly, I don't hike....(I walk) not that I won't but I don't want to! That goes for hunting, scuba diving, mountain climbing and meditation. Hey if you love it, great...but why are you contacting me? Did you not take a half of a second to actually read what I wrote? I think not. I love the emails that are filled with poor vocabulary, bad grammer and spelling errors!! Oh ya baby, I'll be all over you. I can't type fast enough to get in touch with you, especially since you live in Roanoke, VA!! As I mentioned in my profile I'm picky.