I know I said that, but the last couple days I have been surfing around light-heartedly on online dating sites. Just to see what’s out there. For the most part, at least in my little area of the world, it’s not a good prognosis. Possibly, however, I’m just on the wrong site. I’m not willing to pay just yet, so the free sites seem to be where all the yahoos are hanging out looking to get laid.
Lot of one line emails . . . delete. Lots of emails with misspelled words. . . delete. Lots of emails from men with profile pictures of them holding a big fish . . . delete.
I want a man who can have a conversation. An intelligent conversation. Formulate a sentence and tell me more than he’s a ‘boob man.” Is that too much to ask?
Got a couple of really nice emails. One asked for my pictures (because I had them hidden) and when I sent them to him I never heard from him again. Alright. The other nice email was thoughtful and he made it very clear he had read every inch of my profile by the things he commented on. Nice.
When I clicked through to his profile there were no pictures of him with fish. Bonus. He was not someone I would instantly call attractive BUT he was not repulsive either. And everyone with any sense knows that some people take bad pictures — his weren’t bad, so maybe he was even better in person.
I wrote him back and sent him pictures. He wrote again told me I was beautiful and asked if we could chat. I put him off for a day and he sent me his phone number so we could chat when I was ready.
We chatted for an hour this evening and while it wasn’t as comfortable as I remember my first conversations with B being, it was pleasant. He can do “conversation.” He likes to laugh and he didn’t make any crude remarks. All good things.
By the end of the conversation he said he’d like to meet me. Alright. I suppose that would be okay. What do we do with that. He threw out a few suggestions: lunch, coffee, a walk. Well, my eating habits are not ordinary to the average man, so no food just yet. I haven’t had coffee in almost 2 months, not going to start that addictive and costly endeavor for a man I don’t know, so that’s out. Walking sounded best. I told him I’d look at my calendar and maybe Wednesday or Thursday he could come downtown and walk the waterfront with me and we could chat some more in person.
I already know that it will not be Wednesday. Wednesday evening I will see B and the last thing I want to do is visit with another man and compare the two when I’m sitting with B. J, the new guy, will surely not have a chance. I think it’s best to see J on Thursday after I have had my final visit with B.
In all reality, J probably doesn’t really have a chance anyway — it’s too soon after B and clearly I am not yet over B — maybe that’s why I said no dating for a year. Ah well, can’t hurt to walk and laugh with J. It will take my mind off B for a while. And, if he’s more attractive in person and the conversation is still good maybe I’ll get sex before I push him away. That might be a plus. Even though it’s not morally correct.