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Number 30: Just Eh….

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Number 30…the dates are just flying by now!  I am embarrassed here–I think I have a pretty good memory (need someone who know inconsequential trivia on your team–I’m your girl!) but some of these dates are so, um, bland that I just don’t remember much about them at all!  Coming after the excitement of number 29 probably didn’t help Mr. 30, but I still just don’t remember much.

I think we met after I wrote to him and he responded–but even this I’m not sure about!  I do remember speaking to him on the phone and feeling a real ‘click’ due to a number of similarities we had in our lives–duration of our marriages, ethnic background, children–among others.  We then followed that conversation with some playful texting. But you know this already–success during the pre-date interaction is not necessarily indicative of a successful date…ugh!!

We met at a local bar–he did look like his picture, just considerably shorter than he said he was.  Why do men do this?  My friends and I usually subtract at least an inch from every man’s given height for the ’embellishment’ factor, but many are even shorter than that!  Here’s how I know–I am 5′ 3 and I wear shoes up to 4 inches–making me no more than 5’7–if you tell me you are 5’10, I should not be able to look you in the eye…and many times I can–that’s how I know! Truth, people!  It’s like using pictures that are 10 years old–once you meet, your date is going to be able to figure it out–assuming they can even pick you out of the crowd in the first place! (and I had one of these coming up!) Anyway, just tell the freaking truth and own whatever you are!

So as I was saying, we met at at happy hour..and there were multiple drink and food specials and I settled in with a $4 margarita–which I nursed for almost 3 hours!  I was starving and every time the waitress came over to see if we wanted anything, he waved her off.  When you meet someone at 4pm and keep them there until 7pm, I think you have an obligation to at least offer them food–I mean the tacos were like $3–if you can’t afford a $4 drink and a $3 taco, perhaps you should do your dates elsewhere.  Just sayin.

As you can tell, the date was not the most successful even though it lasted 3 hours…truthfully, I liked him a lot better when we texted…probably not a good thing!  Never heard a thing from him after I left…next….

One last note:  I truly believe that by the end of this process (just please tell me there is an end!), I will have heard everything you can possibly imagine–and probably some things you never imagined!  During the course of many of these dates, you usually will discuss what happened that ended your marriage.  As Number 30 is telling me his story, he talks about meeting another couple and then becoming close with them.  In my head I am already writing the ending: Mrs. 30 and this new man have an affair that ends the marriage.  Well, I was half right: Mrs. 30 did have an affair with the new man…as a threesome with his wife!  Wow–I did not see that coming!  Mrs 30 now lives with the man and his wife and they are all in love–I honestly didn’t even know how to reply to that!  Really not much you could say to shock me anymore!

Lesson learned:

1.  Truth… Tell it. Live it. Own it.  Anything physical is obvious at the first meeting and it’s best to have it out there before you meet.

2.  If you date over 1.5 hours over dinner time, offer your date the opportunity to eat.  It’s only right, especially if you are drinking.  Again, if you are afraid of the cost, don’t meet during dinner time in a restaurant–easy as that.

3.  If you don’t intend to go out with your date again, you can probably end the date after 1-1.5 hours.  Extending beyond 2 hours if you are not feeling a connection is pretty much wasting time for both of you.

4.  Don’t overshare.  I guess I am easy to talk to, because guys tell me the craziest stuff! It’s only a first date…let’s save a little crazy for the second date, ok?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just checking in….

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My mom would be horrified about what I post on this blog.  At least she would be if she reads this blog.  But I think I’m safe because I don’t think she does.  As a matter of fact, I don’t really know if anyone does–except whoever is reading this post at the moment–thank you!

I started writing this blog as therapy after a frustrating date as a way for me to work through some of the emotions that dating (especially online) brings up at my age (52 when I started).  Although you can find endless books on dating and relationship advice (just search it on Amazon), I still felt very alone and isolated  and writing helped me deal with those feelings.  I also thought, maybe foolishly, that my experiences–the good, the bad and the crazy–might help someone else going through the same thing understand that they may not be crazy after all:  it’s the process that’s crazy!

That being said, honesty is a key element to keep this blog real.  I really hesitated to give the gory details of date #29 but in the end realized that honesty is vital to me.  Not sharing the whole story of that date just wouldn’t be honest in my book and I had to sacrifice my dignity to maintain my integrity.  So there it is…my truth for your entertainment value. And hopefully you can learn from my mistakes.  And, even more hopefully, I can actually meet the right guy and stop making stupid mistakes…but don’t despair–I have many more bad dates to document yet.  The fun continues….

Number 29/Take 2..the walk of shame…..

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Date 29/Take 2: The walk of shame…. 

When I left you after the first date with number 29, I was still trying to make peace with my new approach to dating:   sex first, ask questions later.  I was heading out for a trip the next day, so I didn’t have much time to really think about it until I got on the plane–and then it just exploded in my head…What the hell did I just do?  Have I completely lost my mind?  Is this what dating has reduced me to: a slut?  Let’s just say the thoughts were not pretty and leave it at that.  I tried to rationalize my actions by thinking that this guy was not a player and it was truly consensual and enjoyable but, honestly, it still didn’t go down too easily…
 
When I returned from my short trip, we had date #2–well, perhaps I should call it encounter number 2, since we didn’t actually go anywhere but my house since my plane was delayed multiple times and I didn’t even get home until after 10 pm.  I was looking forward to the opportunity to spend some quiet time together so we could talk further.  When he showed up at 11 pm, he had a nice bottle of wine and donuts from a nearby 24 hour donut shop!  This was kind of an inside joke between us and it really touched me deeply that he took the time and effort to do this.  It may sound sad and pathetic, but I am usually the one who does the thoughtful things in my relationships and to have someone do something so sweet and unexpected for me was really special.  As you can tell, it really doesn’t take a lot of effort to make me happy!
 
Yes, we may have gone there again, but we did talk too–for hours–he stayed until 4:30 am and I can’t even remember the last time I was up for an all-nighter like that! I was really feeling a growing connection with this man and I was looking forward to getting to know him even better–excited, even, at the prospect.  I guess I should have known better because once he left, though, poof!  It was like we never even happened… There was a bit of texting and 1 email,  but I was waiting for that call so we could see each other again..and it never came.  After 3 days, I finally sent him a text saying I just couldn’t continue a sexual relationship with no strings attached…and got no reply.  Sent him an e-mail explaining my thought process the next day, which he finally answered by saying he would call the following day, but no call. Sent a text the next day just to keep communication open but no response. Poof! Like it never happened…
 
This one truly puzzles me. And saddens me. To get so close to finding something I am looking for, only to have it totally evaporate like it was never even there, seems cruel to me. This is how I view the process of online dating….picture yourself  in a stadium full of tens of thousands of beautiful, available women–and someone looking up into the stands sees just you…nobody else…just you, in laser focus.  You stand out in the crowd–and everyone else melts away. At least that’s how I see it…and I really thought he saw me and maybe for a few minutes he did, but not for long enough.
In the final analysis, this one is a tough one.  It may be self-serving, but I really think he liked me but he’s just not ready for me..we clicked on so many levels, but I think he panicked a bit and completely withdrew.  Maybe hearing I wanted a relationship put him over the edge–I really don’t know. The sad part is I would have been happy to just continue dating–just without the sex part until we were exclusive.  He’s been divorced twice and that really must take a toll on your ability to put yourself our there again–I’ve only been there once, but I still know how hard it is to give your heart to someone who could end up trampling on it (yup, been there, done that!)  Maybe playing the field is safer cause you never really get close enough to get hurt.  I don’t know. I really don’t know.
 
Through this process I have reinforced something I really knew already: casual sex in dating does not work for me.  If I’m not in a loving, committed relationship, I need to just be patient before I jump into bed–It’s not just an act to me, it’s an expression of love and intimacy that isn’t the same with someone you don’t really know.  This lesson came with a high price this time around, cause I really thought I could like this guy.  I just went about the whole process backwards. Damn

Someone is out there for me….this is what keeps me going…dates 30 and 31 are on deck, and the revolving door just keeps on going round and round.  I am truly tired of this whole process–but I believe deep down in my trampled, stiched-together heart that one day I will find the one for me and all the garbage I had to go through will be totally worth it. Until then I will concentrate on what I do have:  a great family, an amazing amount of friends who love and care for me, my health, a roof over my head and food in my pantry, a dog who thinks I rule and a helluva blog….

Lessons learned:
 
1.  Follow your heart. Know who you are and what feels right for you. And don’t lose sight of it in the heat of the moment.
 
2.  Know when to cut your losses. Silence speaks louder than words sometimes.
 
3.  As I’ve said before, the sun does come out tomorrow…but pardon me if I don’t feel like singing right now…

Number 29: Uncharted Territory….Chemistry 1, Logic 0

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By the time I got here, you would have thought I have been through most potential scenarios for how dates have gone for me:  good dates  (17 and 21, for example),  bad dates (pick a number if you’ve read this blog) and the just plain ugly (4, 7 and 19, I’m talking about you) but you would be wrong.  Enter date number 29…
 
I met him when he contacted me on a site–but all he had up was a few pictures and not one word of description. Nada!  This alone would have probably caused me to pass him by were it not for one of his pictures–it was a picture of him holding his grandson that completely connected with me–and the look of pure joy on his face told me I needed to know more about him. So I answered him, cautiously,  by asking for more information.  He answered fairly quickly (not a given on these sites where people disappear with alarming regularity) and told me a bit more about himself.  I liked what I saw, but I was heading out to visit friends so I told him I would be in touch when I returned early the next week.
 
Upon my return, I revisited his profile and it was still empty so I wrote and asked him to tell me a bit more. He replied by giving me his number and asking me to just call if I wanted more info.  Ugh. The dreaded first phone call once again–truly my most difficult part of this whole process! I just hate cold calling–and that’s what it is to me. Many, many times the promise of a date has quickly ended after just 5 minutes on the phone–I may have been on 29 dates, but I’ve been on at least twice that many phone calls and believe me, some are as memorable as the dates!   There was the professor in his late 50’s who told me he “tried very hard’ not to date his young college students. (Eww!)  The man who told me that leaving my then 15-year-old daughter home alone while I stayed overnight at his house was perfectly acceptable (well not to me, you freak)  Not to mention the multiple times I just got the creeps while on the phone with certain men so I learned to quickly and politely decline those date offers.  So here I am, faced with making yet another cold call–but I kept on going back to that grandchild picture in my head so I did it.
 
He answered right away and he had a nice voice–I liked that.  Our conversation moved quickly and comfortably–and I liked that too. He was playful and fun–and once we got off the phone, we immediately moved to texting which was also playful and fun.  I hate to use that dreaded word ‘connection’, but I kind of felt we had one. He spoke of dancing together and kissing me–but I made no promises–well, I did say I would dance with him (music or not!)  We made plans to meet at a local restaurant for drinks and apps and I tried not to raise my hopes for this date but I found myself looking forward to it anyway.
 
I’ve said this before, but by the time I get to a date, I am usually not nervous anymore–as mentioned above, it’s the stupid phone calls that get me.  I had a twinge of nervous here, though, as we had made such a connection via phone and texting that I didn’t want the actual meeting to disappoint as had happened to me before.  There is nothing worse than having a date you are so looking forward to just fizzle out–damn you chemistry! (or lack thereof) Nothing to worry about here, though, he was as cute as his pictures (a minor miracle in itself) and it felt totally comfortable from the very start. We laughed, talked, ate, drank, kissed (don’t judge!) and even had a bit of a dance on the patio…by all accounts a very successful date.  It felt totally comfortable and didn’t even feel like a first date–even he mentioned that to me.  It might have been a perfect date if it had just ended here, but you know that ‘perfect’ and ‘date’ are not used very often in this blog so there must be more to this story..and of course, there is…
 
Neither of us really wanted the date to end, so he suggested we take it back to my house.  I really struggled with this–the date was amazing and I didn’t want it to end but….bringing a virtual stranger back to my house? Late at night? My logic was saying one thing and my hormones another and the damn hormones won…with a promise that it would not go beyond kissing and he would leave by 11:30, the next thing I know is he is following me home and I am driving and trying to figure out how the hell I allowed this to happen!  I will spare you the gory details, but what started as kissing on the couch turned into well, just what you are thinking….damn.   Let me state this clearly–we were 2 consenting, unimpaired (only 1 drink for me and just 2 for him, so I can’t blame it on the alcohol) ADULTS and we did what comes naturally.  And it sure did feel natural and comfortable…damn. 
 
 But this, my friends, is truly uncharted territory for me. In my 29 dates in the last 3 years, I have never been intimate on a first date.  Geez, I had only really kissed 3 of these men, thanks to my self-imposed force field (where was it when I needed it here? Epic fail!).  3 out of 29…that means that, statistically, I had a 9 out of 10 chance of not even getting close enough to kiss him on this date–wouldn’t you play those lottery odds? So what does this mean moving forward? I don’t really know–and that is the really hard part of this for me. While I am not afraid of a certain amount of risk, I have never been a ‘fly by the seat of your pants’ kind of gal. This has opened up a vulnerability in me that I really don’t like and am not really sure how to handle.  I could even endlessly debate if I did it because I was vulnerable or am I vulnerable because I did it–and I’m not even sure which side would win!
 
So where do I go from here? Damned if I know…stay tuned…
Lessons learned:
1.  At this point, all I can say is do as I say and not as I do–letting a stranger in my house was not a good idea, even if we had just talked.  You should know more about your dates before inviting them into your world.
2.  Dating has changed me. I’m not the same person who started this process 3 years ago. Still not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
2.  The only way to get through this dating process is putting yourself out there–over and over again.  It’s not always fun. It’s not always easy. But, ultimately, you are betting that the end will justify the means–and if you are very patient and very lucky, it will.
3.  Never say never–real chemistry may trump logic every time.  Damn.
 
 

 

Number 28: WTF?

25825397833629671_E4CTQvTs_bDid I ever tell you how much I enjoy online dating? No? It’s because I don’t.  Not even a little. You know why? Because of dates like Mr. 28….wtf???

He was my only date on an ethnic-specific site that I was on for a very short time. Yes, there are sites to attract certain ethnicities–although, technically, anyone can use them. What can I say–I was trying to date a homeboy, since I’d had so much luck dating everyone else.  Don’t worry, this was a short-lived experiment after this date. I wrote to him and he answered fairly quickly–while telling me that he had received numerous e-mails and mine was the only one he answered–because we were both from back east and he appreciated that people from that part of the country were ‘real’ and that’s what he was looking for…good start, right?

We spoke on the phone first and it went well.  Very well, in fact.  I liked his voice and his energy.  We talked a lot about ‘home’ and how different it was living in California.  We agreed many people here are not what they seem and how much more ‘real’ people from our neck of the woods are.  Again, with the ‘real’.  Like you do what you say you’ll do–honest and forthright.  I have to admit I was looking forward to this one.

Well, continuing my trend of Starbucks dates, we met for coffee.  And it went well, for the most part.  He was physically what I expected, if you don’t count that he had 2 ‘bad’ knees and he walked very strangely. Hey, body parts are pretty interchangeable these days so even that didn’t bother me.  We spoke a lot about living back east–he even had a plan to live there 6 months and live here the other 6.  I could easily see myself doing that–again, so far so good.  In keeping with the ‘real-ness’ of  ‘our’ kind, he told me that doing business here was so different because he would do business on a handshake back east and not worry about it but here he felt things were just not so honest.  He harped on this difference–men back east had integrity that seemed to be missing in So Cal. So what is not to love??

He walked me to my car, while specifically asking me where I wanted to meet for dinner for our next date.  He promised to call within 2 days to set it up.  The man who couldn’t stop saying how ‘real’ he was. I am still waiting.  I think he has been living in So Cal too long.  I did actually send him a note after a week telling him that I was pretty surprised that someone who preached integrity just disappeared like that–still waiting for a answer here too.

Lessons learned:

1.  If you are going to talk the talk, then walk the walk.  Don’t harp on how honest you are if you are going to lie to my face.  Not cool at all.

2.  Reread number 1.  Is it really that hard to be honest these days??