The mixer: before (You owe me Vix)

The gurus at Match have come up with a new way to meet–they sponsor meetings called “Stir” events where members get together in person to meet and mingle.  These events are compromised of bringing age-appropriate guests (in my case apparently mid 40’s +) together at a bar/restaurant (or other venue) and seeing what happens.  You need to rsvp in advance for them and they  seem to be pretty popular as they fill almost immediately.  Vix and I went to the first one they held  back in June, but I, unfortunately, had what I think was a gall bladder attack (coincidence or just feeling the pain of being single–hmmm??) and  I remember the 1 hour I could stand being there (as I am running in and out of the bathroom) in a total blur.  We can just say it was not my finest hour and keep it at that.

Well, being the glutton for punishment that I apparently am (and with the strong encouragement of Vix)–I am going to try again tonight–this time without the stomach pain, I hope.  I am breaking out the little black dress and my new fav shoes so I hope they work for me:

Love these shoes!!  What is it about shoes that just make you happy?

There is a special postscript to this story as well (isn’t there always?):  Match shows you a thumbnail size picture of just 10 of the men who will be attending to help lure you in, I guess. They put the number at approx 140 men last I saw–and the list of people I hope are not among them is sizable! Just in that group of 10, there is at least 1 guy who has contacted me twice (and I have turned down twice), Mr IM (who didn’t return my call last week) as well someone who I contacted who turned me down.  (and there are still 130 others not listed! Now I know why my gallbladder wasn’t feeling the love last time) Now, I have certainly both given and received my share of rejection on this site, but this particular man’s ‘rejection’ letter stands as the cruelest I have ever received….this is directly copied from his letter–no editorial license taken at all:

Hello.  Nice profile. Thank you for your interest but I am just not feeling that we’d be a Match for dating or other purposes. I wish you well.

Match for dating OR other purposes? What OTHER purposes?  What is that supposed to mean?   I don’t want to be your friend? We will never hang out together? I wouldn’t have sex with you if you laid down on the floor and begged?   I have to say, I was so offended by this note, I would have preferred that he hadn’t answered at all.  If  recognize him at this event (not a sure thing given how different some people look in real life), I can’t really promise that I won’t be asking him to define ‘other purposes’–stay tuned, my friends—am I the only one who thinks this could be the cocktail party from Hell? Update tomorrow!