After a great first date, I was praying that Mike wasn’t dating six other people or that he wasn’t a total player. In the meantime, I was home for Thanksgiving and showed my family some pictures of “cute photographer boy.” Surprisingly, Mike texted me the whole time I was home…and didn’t even stop talking to me when I told him my little cousins did a production of “Squanto & the First Thanksgiving.” (I wouldn’t have blamed him if he did.)
When I got back from Thanksgiving, Mike wanted to hang out again. We decided to get pizza and watch a movie at my place. Unfortunately for me, he still had a beard at that point and I was agonizing over whether or not he’d try to kiss me with that thing or not. Unfortunately for him, he got in a wreck on the way to my house. He was less than thrilled.
We walked in the rain to go pick up the pizza. I asked where his parents live and he started laughing. As it turns out, he lived with his parents. I’m not going to say that it was easy for me to hear that news, because it definitely wasn’t. Everything about this guy was awesome, except for this one thing. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything about this guy is AWESOME, except for this one thing. So, after much thought, many emails to friends and consideration, I decided that if that was the one thing I had to deal with from a guy I was really into, that I was ok with it.
Even though this was our second date, I was probably more nervous than our first date. This guy was pretty great and I was attracted to him…so of course, I still couldn’t look him in the eyes. Hell, I could barely look at him period. He must have thought I was crazy.
After we watched a movie and talked for a while (I’m not sure we actually ever put a movie in…), it was time for him to head back to the ‘burbs. And then he kissed me. With a beard. Even though it was a little weird, it wasn’t bad. I was so sure he was going to be a bad kisser b/c something had to be wrong with this guy.
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Enchanted
After two bad dates and one decent date, I was ready for a break. I had my fourth date lined up in Indy after I got home for Thanksgiving when I received a last minute email on Match. All it said was “Hi, I’m Mike.” That’s it. No questions, no “How are you?” No cheesy lines or fake conversation. That was it. When I clicked on his profile, I was pleasantly surprised. Mostly, I was shocked at the pictures he had posted…they were all really good…and he was REALLY cute!
Against all odds, I emailed Mike back. We talked back & forth for a bit about Christmas shopping (or the lack thereof on his part). He emailed me one last time and gave me his website and a link to his Facebook page telling me to friend him. I hadn’t even been out on a date with this guy yet and he wants me to friend him? I figured there’s probably not a better way to get a true picture of someone than their Facebook page, so I added him.
I found out he lived in the suburbs, is a photographer on the side (explaining the awesome pictures), he was 28 and worked at a marketing firm in the suburbs. By this point, he’d already asked to meet up on Wednesday night, but I was leaving Wednesday morning for Indy. He’d already set up plans with some coworkers in the city on Tuesday night and decided to invite me along. Shockingly, I agreed to go on a first date with a stranger and his coworkers.
The morning of our date, he texted me the location and followed up with “Oh yeah…I’m also doing No-Shave November, so I kind of have a beard. Normally I don’t.” Got it…so I’m looking for a group of strangers and a guy with a beard. Great. This should be interesting.
That evening, I arrived first and secured a table for a bunch of people. Finally, Mike arrived…and true to text, he had a full beard with a beanie hat on and resembled a lumberjack. Once we got to talking, I realized that I actually liked this guy. He was funny, charming, incredible smart, had AWESOME taste in music and was a really talented photographer. (I didn’t want to tell him that about 90% of my Google reader is filled with photography blogs because he might think I’m crazy.) The next thing I knew it was 11pm and we were the last two at the table. We talked about our friends, family, jobs and lumberjack calendars (seriously).
He kept his arm around me the whole night and was very sweet in general. Because I’m slightly crazy, and I actually liked this guy, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. It made me nervous and I didn’t want him to see I was totally into him.
Eventually, I had to get home and he had to head back to the suburbs. We said goodbye (with a hug) outside of the restaurant and I poured myself into a cab. I sent Mike a text thanking him for dinner and to let him know that my cabbie was blaring Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.” We ended up texting until 2am.
As KK & I headed back to Indy the next day, I recalled all of my recent dates. She could tell that I was excited about Mike, even though I was trying not to get my hopes up. Taylor Swift’s “Enchanted” played in my CD player (and my mind) for the entire five days I was home.
“This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon: I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.” ~Taylor Swift
Against all odds, I emailed Mike back. We talked back & forth for a bit about Christmas shopping (or the lack thereof on his part). He emailed me one last time and gave me his website and a link to his Facebook page telling me to friend him. I hadn’t even been out on a date with this guy yet and he wants me to friend him? I figured there’s probably not a better way to get a true picture of someone than their Facebook page, so I added him.
I found out he lived in the suburbs, is a photographer on the side (explaining the awesome pictures), he was 28 and worked at a marketing firm in the suburbs. By this point, he’d already asked to meet up on Wednesday night, but I was leaving Wednesday morning for Indy. He’d already set up plans with some coworkers in the city on Tuesday night and decided to invite me along. Shockingly, I agreed to go on a first date with a stranger and his coworkers.
The morning of our date, he texted me the location and followed up with “Oh yeah…I’m also doing No-Shave November, so I kind of have a beard. Normally I don’t.” Got it…so I’m looking for a group of strangers and a guy with a beard. Great. This should be interesting.
That evening, I arrived first and secured a table for a bunch of people. Finally, Mike arrived…and true to text, he had a full beard with a beanie hat on and resembled a lumberjack. Once we got to talking, I realized that I actually liked this guy. He was funny, charming, incredible smart, had AWESOME taste in music and was a really talented photographer. (I didn’t want to tell him that about 90% of my Google reader is filled with photography blogs because he might think I’m crazy.) The next thing I knew it was 11pm and we were the last two at the table. We talked about our friends, family, jobs and lumberjack calendars (seriously).
He kept his arm around me the whole night and was very sweet in general. Because I’m slightly crazy, and I actually liked this guy, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. It made me nervous and I didn’t want him to see I was totally into him.
Eventually, I had to get home and he had to head back to the suburbs. We said goodbye (with a hug) outside of the restaurant and I poured myself into a cab. I sent Mike a text thanking him for dinner and to let him know that my cabbie was blaring Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.” We ended up texting until 2am.
As KK & I headed back to Indy the next day, I recalled all of my recent dates. She could tell that I was excited about Mike, even though I was trying not to get my hopes up. Taylor Swift’s “Enchanted” played in my CD player (and my mind) for the entire five days I was home.
“This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon: I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.” ~Taylor Swift
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Becoming Brave
After I got my tattoo and stopped caring what others thought, I noticed an immediate change in my attitude. I was happier than I’d been in a long time. I emailed Ann at some point and said that while I was happy with my life in general, it’s still not cool that I hadn’t really been on any dates! So she suggested I join Match. My exact quote was this “I HAVE considered joining Match, but I’m terrified of it (why? I just never thought I’d meet someone I’d marry that way.)” Seems about right…I was scared.
After talking it over with the girls at work (one of whom met her fiancé on there), I got brave and joined. Let the fun begin. There are ALL sorts of people on that website! I was actually really surprised at how many people I was talking to and that most of them seemed normal and pretty cute as well. Within a week, I had four dates lined up. For the record, I was going out of town on Wednesday morning because it was Thanksgiving week, so these dates were pretty crammed in.
Date Number One was a 34 year old, divorced sports sponsorship salesman. He was tall, dark & handsome…just what I like. We met for coffee in my neighborhood on Saturday morning. The conversation was effortless and we had a lot in common! He’d lived in Nashville for some time (with his ex-wife) and had moved all over the country for his job. Overall, he was so sweet and we had a great time talking and laughing. We made plans to hang out again once we were back in town from the holiday.
Later that afternoon, I had Date Number Two (yes, like Charlotte from S&tC). Date Number Two was one that I was really excited about. He was also tall (I love tall guys), and had lighter features than the first guy. He was a 32 year old ex-marine who had also been divorced. We had been emailing back and forth and for whatever reason, he was super into me. I was still pretty skeptical of it all, so I kept my distance. We met up for coffee downtown and had plans to go ice skating. Unfortunately, everyone else in the city decided that was a good idea as well. We ended up walking around Millennium Park and going to dinner downtown. I’m not sure how we ended up at the place we did, but the waitresses were wearing less than Ho0ters girls. I spent the next two hours listening to him talk about how drunk he got the weekend before and how the people at the bar know him. Great. Chalk that one up to experience. He continued to ask me out and I continued to dodge him.
On Monday, I met up with Date Number Three after work. The restaurant we were supposed to go to was closed, so we ended up at a bar down the street. He was 28 and worked in finance. Really smart guy with great taste in music, but oh.my.gosh…I couldn’t wait to get out of there! For whatever reason, the whole night was just really awkward. It was clear to both of us that we weren’t clicking, so we just left it at that. Never heard from him again. No big loss.
At that point, Date Number Four was supposed to be in Indianapolis once I got home. But I got an email last minute on Match that simply said “Hi, I’m Mike.”
After talking it over with the girls at work (one of whom met her fiancé on there), I got brave and joined. Let the fun begin. There are ALL sorts of people on that website! I was actually really surprised at how many people I was talking to and that most of them seemed normal and pretty cute as well. Within a week, I had four dates lined up. For the record, I was going out of town on Wednesday morning because it was Thanksgiving week, so these dates were pretty crammed in.
Date Number One was a 34 year old, divorced sports sponsorship salesman. He was tall, dark & handsome…just what I like. We met for coffee in my neighborhood on Saturday morning. The conversation was effortless and we had a lot in common! He’d lived in Nashville for some time (with his ex-wife) and had moved all over the country for his job. Overall, he was so sweet and we had a great time talking and laughing. We made plans to hang out again once we were back in town from the holiday.
Later that afternoon, I had Date Number Two (yes, like Charlotte from S&tC). Date Number Two was one that I was really excited about. He was also tall (I love tall guys), and had lighter features than the first guy. He was a 32 year old ex-marine who had also been divorced. We had been emailing back and forth and for whatever reason, he was super into me. I was still pretty skeptical of it all, so I kept my distance. We met up for coffee downtown and had plans to go ice skating. Unfortunately, everyone else in the city decided that was a good idea as well. We ended up walking around Millennium Park and going to dinner downtown. I’m not sure how we ended up at the place we did, but the waitresses were wearing less than Ho0ters girls. I spent the next two hours listening to him talk about how drunk he got the weekend before and how the people at the bar know him. Great. Chalk that one up to experience. He continued to ask me out and I continued to dodge him.
On Monday, I met up with Date Number Three after work. The restaurant we were supposed to go to was closed, so we ended up at a bar down the street. He was 28 and worked in finance. Really smart guy with great taste in music, but oh.my.gosh…I couldn’t wait to get out of there! For whatever reason, the whole night was just really awkward. It was clear to both of us that we weren’t clicking, so we just left it at that. Never heard from him again. No big loss.
At that point, Date Number Four was supposed to be in Indianapolis once I got home. But I got an email last minute on Match that simply said “Hi, I’m Mike.”
…to be continued…
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