I’m in love!!!
Not really. I haven’t been on the date yet. This is the pre-date portion of the program (I’ll be adding my post-date thoughts below). I wanted to know what it felt like to be one of those women – I’m convinced they’re a different species – on “The Bachelor”. You know, already in love with the idea of falling in love and then getting their heart broken by a guy they hardly know. I loved him and I thought he kinda liked me!…weep, weep, feelings of despair… Girl, get it together. He’s dumber than a rock. Join me on Match.com – we’ll find a guy for you that’s as smart as or even smarter than a rock!
You know, maybe I should get a job counseling these women. Or work as a Marketing Strategist for Match. I’ve found my new careers.
This is my first date through Match. I’m trying to be optimistic by starting a numbering system, but that didn’t seem to work too well with Wine Guy. One date, the possibility of another, and then he fell into the Bermuda Triangle of Missing/Non-Responsive Men.
My profile had been public for a few days when I was IM’ed by The Chef. I was on the site, trying to figure out how to edit something in my profile: how do you…but I just changed it…let me try – !!PING!! [IM window popping up] – ack!! what the hell?! I nearly jumped out of my skin. When I peered at the small message box, I recognized the photo that came along with it. He had viewed my profile earlier. I thought he was kind of cute and more importantly, he appeared to be normal. With shaking hands (I know, pathetic), I decided to respond. And what do you know…our senses of humor were kind of the same. Sarcastic? Check. Self-deprecating? Check. Age? Oops. He’s 41 years old. I’m…older. But that’s the good thing about Match. He knew my age, height and hm, what else could have scared him off – oh, yes, the profile itself. He read it and still contacted me. He’s a brave man. I have no idea what other women are writing, but I started my profile with sarcasm. Isn’t that the way to a man’s heart?
Great date. Fun, relaxed (well, he was), easy. A guy’s guy, not a dude. There’s a difference. My ex was overly sensitive and emotional, so it was nice to be with someone who seemed at ease with himself and his guyness. Not only is he a chef, he’s an Executive Chef, which I have to admit is kinda sexy. Not the title itself, but the fact that he is in charge and has to know how to manage people. Our sensibilities and senses of humor matched, and I thought he was cute, so I would definitely go out with him again. The mystery question is whether he was attracted to me or not. I have absolutely no idea, which is probably not a good sign. I can’t think of anything positive said in my direction except he said I was tiny, he liked my boots, and that I eat slowly, which is the healthy way. Like I said, nothing to go on. I made him laugh, but so could a Chihuahua with an underbite, so that doesn’t say much either. We hugged at the end of the date – don’t worry, I didn’t overhug him – and he said he would call me. My first generic “I’ll call you”!! I’ve officially joined the ranks of the dating masses!
By the way, I guess the sarcasm in my profile is not the way to a man’s heart like I thought. I was talking about my profile when The Chef said, “Guys just look at the pictures.” But I put a lot of thought into my profile and – “We’re guys – we just look at the pictures.” Oh. So much for that ‘A’ I was going for in creative writing.
I sent him a message today thanking him for the date. If I don’t hear from him again I’ll have to chalk it up to his non-attraction of my 3-D self. There’s nothing I can do about that. I’ll simply have to go on *weep weep despair* and try to find a date that finds me more funny and charming than that damn Chihuahua.