Finally….an avenue from which to blog again! Yayyyy! Sanity will hopefully be mine again soon:)
If I just skip through the past year of non-documented adventures (or mis-adventures) to present moment. I’m proud to say, I’ve just recently started the online chronicles again – just a few weeks ago actually. Prior to then, I hadn’t even visited my dating sites and hadn’t bothered with reading any emails or browsing any guys professing interest in mine.
I’m only chatting with a few intriguing prospects at this time, but have had several offers to meet. One, I did have lunch with just last Friday. It was interesting…as these things often are. I wasn’t wholly in to this “meeting”, but I thought, “Geesh…I gotta start back somewhere!”
He surprised me with his selection of the restaurant: definitely a guy who eats after my own eccentric flair for food. It was a highly acclaimed local place called Mia & Grace …truly a lovely choice!!
He looked just like his photo, so I could pick him out of the lunch crowd immediately. This is a bonus! After some introductory conversation, he starts talking about the last woman he dated, that his divorce wasn’t final just yet, and how his soon-to-be-ex still felt it perfectly acceptable to enter his home any time she had the inclination, but that he knew it was really to snoop through his things. Toward the end of the lunch, I realized the majority of the conversation had been about the ex. Yeah, I already wasn’t so hip from the get-go about the not being divorced yet part, but this screamed of a guy who was clearly in no position to be trying to date – and certainly not so much, so hard. I mean, of the 4 different men I had started communicating with, this guy had jumped to exchanging numbers and to meeting in person long before anyone else had even mentioned it yet!
Relax, pal. What’s your rush? Shouldn’t you finish your divorce first or at least be a little more emotionally divorced before such date haste? I felt a little sorry for him though, instead of my usual sarcastic, cynical criticism. I really wanted to grab his hand and say, “Heyyyy, you’re a handsome man. You’ll most definitely meet someone. Just go through the roller coaster divorce and let yourself heal for a bit before jumping the dating/relationship gun…. Ok?” I didn’t say this though. After all, who am I to judge his hasty desperation? Either what it means or what it’s about?
Good luck, buddy! Thanks for an amazing lunch! Really wish you the best!!
All in all, not a really bad experience. I just couldn’t help thinking though, was this really why I had a couldn’t-care-less feeling about the whole thing from the first conversation? OR, was it more because one of the four whom I’ve been talking/writing with just really stands out above the rest? And that possibility really makes me ponder. Before I’ve met any of these men, how can one just stand out so FAR above the rest in piquing my interest? Sure, said profile page was just precisely after my own heart. Said guy seems that extraordinary balance between manly sexiness, intellectual nerdiness , and artsy sensitivity…all wrapped up in a sexy dark haired, green-eyed, taller than me wordsmith with an amazing knowledge of grammar, spelling, physics and literature, not to mention the beautiful ability to make me laugh out loud from reading his emails!
Okay, okay…so he’s perfect on paper so far…. BUTTTTTT…WHY do I just feel a sense of near loyalty to one specific dating profile before I’ve even met him – or met any others I’m talking with? Has the seeming charming perfection just swept me off my feet virtually already? How? Why? Isn’t this a major conflict and contradiction to online dating? To the whole concept of “dating” in general?
Dating: a method of physically spending time with as many promising prospects as possible in order to determine (over time) one candidate who actually fits with the other in the most categories: in order to defy the odds of the schmucks running amok in the dating world, literally and virtually?
And yet, I confess, I just didn’t care about this date. Sure, he was attractive and held a great deal of the qualities I would like to find in a romantic partner. And I’ve not even MET this other “Mr. Perfect” yet. Hell, “Mr. Perfect” might be nothing like his profile and worse yet, there could just be no chemical attraction! Why would I almost literally shut myself off to even a slight possibility with another decent candidate who has already asked me on a real-live date?
Well, Mr. Talks About His Ex Incessantly sure made this an easy cross off my list experience, practically within the first ten minutes. But I really wasn’t open to giving him a chance anyway, long before he made it so easy not to give him a chance. And that truly perplexes me.
Regardless, easy it was! So, I realize over and over, that I really just suck at the very concept of “dating”. It almost goes against my grain and nature. If I like someone (obviously even just in virtuality), then I just like him. At that point, I have to force myself to even communicate with anyone else and a physical date is an almost painful push into the let’s be logical here arena.
I mean, GOSH, there’s even another very handsome local guy who keeps writing and texting and asking me to meet. In fact, this other guy might be technically more traditionally handsome even than my current Mr. Perfect prospect. Yet, I keep blowing off his invites with some pretty pathetic excuses and half the time I don’t even respond for several days to his communication initiates. Just can’t muster up an interest or see any purpose when held up in the light against Mr. Perfect’s ideal qualities and bonus points.
What IS that? Shouldn’t I be excited to meet as many qualifying candidates as possible in this sport of dating? Shouldn’t I at least attend the previews of a few interesting movies before deciding one I haven’t seen is my absolute favorite?
I don’t know. This whole “Mr. Perfect” guy…ummm…GEESH OH PETE…. I keep waiting for him to say something, ANY thing that doesn’t just delight or intrigue me beyond sensibility. No, really, every time I open a new email or read a text from him, I think…..Okay, here it comes. It has to. Because he can’t possibly be actually perfect. Not a possibility. I’m not perfect…no one else can be either! So with each and every communique at this point, I know he has to demonstrate something less than my ideal. He must! Even if it’s not a deal breaker per se, but SOMETHING. I almost WANT him to do this – mar the image of perfection he presents so far – for several reasons. One, I’m nervous as hell for a guy this “perfect” to meet me and be total witness to my inevitable and perhaps overwhelming imperfections and I’d have some ammunition going in if he’s already short at least a quality or aspect or two. Secondly, everytime he fails to show me an imperfection of some kind, I am forced to face my literal terror of actually meeting a great-for-me guy. What would I do? There is then such a blatant possibility of my following my traditional time-proven M.O. of sabotaging these things. And I’m slapped in the face with how deep my issues and fears really go. Something, I really prefer to (deceitfully?) convince myself I’ve worked out and conquered. And I can live in that pink bubble as long as there’s something wrong with THEM. This guy terrifies me…and we’v e not even met! Yeah, terrified is an accurate description. He makes me feel giggly and excited, intellectually challenged, admiring and self-confident, hopeful and enthusiastic…and utterly TERRIFIED.
Although, he did FINALLY tell me one less than perfect (for me, at least) quality just yesterday: He’s NOT a huge football fan like I. Wait….WHAT?!! What the hell is going on here?! How can that be, Mr. “Perfect”? And as an avid college football enthusiast, just how far can I go with THAT little tidbit of imperfection. I can see the desperate measures already: No, Mr. Perfect, I cannot go to the museum with you Saturday! Are you kiddin’ me? OMG….there’s a game on!!! Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll be watching the game like every other self-respecting human being in America, watching it with fellow football LOVERS….uhh…GEESH!!! And surely this massive imperfection might lead to other, oh-so-practical and legit excuses for other possible “issues” this little conflict will inevitably create. Right? Of course! After all, I love football; I know how to take that ball and run with it! Psh!
That said, I’m delighted to say that I’m meeting “Mr. Perfect” today!!! Yup, fully armed with my you-can’t-possibly-be-my-idea-of-absolute-perfection ammunition. Phew…just in time! And the question becomes, upon meeting him in person, will Mr. Perfect give me more ammunition with which to battle or will he charmingly stomp all over the meek supply I’ve managed to dig up?
Never mind that his random suggestion of meeting spots just happened to be my FAVORITE place in a 100 mile radius of my town. And no, I hadn’t told him how much I loved that place or ANY place!! GOSH, this guy’s tough to smother in my issues so far OR clobber with my baggage….yet.
I’m sooooo excited…and so very nervous!