My life has been nothing if not full of adventures.
The dating segment of my life accounts for much of that.
Remember that guy you all said I should go ahead and contact first? Most of you already know I did, and he wrote back. The funny thing is it turns out we have a few friends in common. He’s only lived in California six months so I just haven’t run into him yet. So I probably didn’t need to spend $60 on Match.com to meet him. *sigh*
He’s a year older, divorced, and he’s gainfully employed (whew, one of us should be). Of course, he has one of the aforementioned Harleys. A really nice one. I’ll admit, I have a fondness for Harleys. It’s hard not to notice a nice one, and to know a hot man wields all that power between his legs.
Oh, hello. What are you doing here? Right! I was talking about my dates.
Gees, I’m such a bike slut. I really do like other things about him and would be interested even if he didn’t have a bike. I’m not THAT superficial.
He at least took the time to read my profile. Not many others did…
There was one who didn’t have a profile, but was somehow able to email me. He had a photo, but the rest was hidden. I asked him about the missing profile, but instead of an answer he sent me a “cut and paste” profile. Still no visible profile on the site. Umm, whatcha hiding? A wife, maybe? Your job as a US Representative? Is that you Representative Lee?
Another wrote me from “his cousin’s” profile. He mentions I shouldn’t write back to him through Match.com, but should instead write his personal email. ahahahaaa Yeah, that’s going to happen.
Here’s his email to me:
Dear Olderboyforfirstname.lastname@example.org, my reply will come real soon, go ahead and start holding your breath.
Back to the Biker Boy: So far we’ve talked for a while on the phone, and our first date was Saturday. We went to dinner, walked around a bit after, and then met up with some friends. He seems like a nice guy and I agreed to a second date. We do seem a lot alike… and this worries me. The two of us shouldn’t really occupy the same space at the same time.
Unfortuantely, he seems to be a bit “anti-Valentine’s Day” and waited to ask me out for Valentine’s Day – until this morning. I’ve already made plans to visit some other single friends.
I had another date on Sunday with a different guy. We walked along the path on top of the cliffs overlooking the beach, then had lunch. He had originally mentioned we could go sailing on his spinnaker sailboat after lunch. That would have been hard to do since the outboard motor had been pulled for repair. A month ago.
Plus, it takes a minimum of two skilled people to operate the sailboat. There was only one such skilled person present and it wasn’t me. Boat Boy knew all of this before the date so he obviously used it as a carrot on the end of a stick ploy to gain my interest. Well, it worked, but it also had the opposite effect. When you tell someone they’re getting chocolate cake, but you give them a candy bar it’s kind of a let-down. Had he not promised a ride on the dead-in-the-water sailboat (they need the motor to get in and out of the dock), he would have been better off. He was nice, but there was no spark – for me or the motor.
Another date or two are planned for later this week, one possibly with Biker Boy, and another will be our first date.
It is Valentine’s Day and I’ll be hanging with the cat. Happy Valentine’s Day (and night 😉 to you all!