This territory is SO unchartered; SO unfamiliar that I must confess: I have no idea where to start, readers!
I could begin by telling you that Match has introduced me to an incredibly compatible man. A couple weeks ago, I found his profile among my “Daily 5”---a list of seemingly compatible mates based on location and personality. I rarely [if ever] make the first move, but I found Mr. Wonderful too good to pass up. He’s a 31-year-old, employed art director from Stamford, CT. He’s college educated, taller than me, broad shouldered and physically fit; never married, non-smoker, literate, and (after much pinching) NOT a figment of my imagination.
Boldly, I “winked” and awaited word. Within 48 hours we were exchanging a truly splendid volley of jokes and stories. Several e-mails and two phone conversations later, we had finally booked ourselves a date at Barcelona---a Greenwich hot-spot boasting the work of a semi-celebrity chef.
When the big day arrived however, Cynical Alex promptly showed up with a myriad of negative scenarios: “He’s going to cancel,” she first surmised. Then it was “He won’t show up,” “he’s going to be a troll,” “he’s actually 72,” and the ever faithful “he’ll probably try to kidnap you.” I was mentally prepared for all the bad things but nowhere near prepared for what I got: a good, nay, a GREAT date… The kind of date they advertise on those cheesy commercials I roll my eyes at. I was on THAT date!
It became quickly apparent that we had many odd things in common: we both like tapas, mint chocolate-chip ice cream and American history. We’re both the first of two same sex children; and both of our younger siblings are about to be married. We both come from working families. In addition, he was sweet, dorky, smart, good looking, social, funny, humble, nervous, confident, and already terribly smitten with me; a fact I only realized when he asked for a second date right in the middle of our first.
Now… I admit… There was a part of me that feared his eagerness. Was this a rebound thing? Did he want to get in my pants? Was he desperate for some reason that I had not yet uncovered? But upon talking to friends and family, I was urged to consider that perhaps this slightly older, wiser man was ready for commitment and DONE with the [I’m-going-to-pretend-I’m-not-interested-in-you-so-that-you-like-me-and-make-dumb-decisions] game. I mean really, what a concept.
I agreed to a second date in the city this past Saturday and it was even better than the first! Shared dorky loves such as board games and dorm life were discussed as well as goals and dating preferences. I’m happy to report that we’re still both intrigued and seeing each other again this Thursday evening!
Readers… I actually can’t wait! Keep your fingers crossed!!