Anyone Got a Match? in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I realize I haven’t been around in a while. I have lots to write about, but it’s not coming out that easily lately. I haven’t even been doing too much noting ‘round these parts (or anywhere for that matter). I apologize if you’ve left me a note and I haven’t returned the favor. I promise to be back more frequently. But I’ve been reading. Always reading (just not as much as I had been the past few months). My OD subscription is up in a couple of weeks. Of course, I’ll renew. I gotta have some place to let it all spew, now don’t I? I have been over at livejournal, but personally I don’t like having to post in two different places. Eh. Whatever. I just like it here. It feels like home.

Been getting lots of e-mails of would-be internet suitors. Still nothing I’m too excited about. I mean, come on. How does a girl get excited about THIS????

Here’s something bizarre: there’s a guy who writes to me from France. In fact, we almost hooked up when I was in Paris back in March, but I ended up having to do too much work (damn those business trips!), and we never got to meet. Well, last week he sent me an e-mail asking me if I moved to California. I said no and asked him why. He said because I had a profile there too. WHA??? He told me to look up this chick’s profile and see for myself. I typed in the name…and…BLAMMO!! It’s ME! Well, it’s my photo. And someone else’s profile!! And it’s not just one of my photos, but all THREE that I’d attached to my own profile! What a freaky feeling.

I immediately sent an e-mail to the service, reporting the theft of my photos and asking for an explanation, but I have yet to hear from the rat bastards. I even thought about sending an e-mail to this…person. But I’m not sure what to say. Take my photos out of your profile…or else??? I mean, what can I do really? I don’t think there’s anything I can do.

I wonder if she’s getting the notes that I’m supposed to be getting from the elusive man of my dreams?! Wouldn’t that be something?

I did see this guy last night. Funny, he’s the very first guy to send me an e-mail when I started dabbling in this strange, yet fascinating scene. I signed up for one service back in November, and no sooner did I get my profile out (even before my photo was posted), and he sent me an e-mail! I have avoided him and avoided him for whatever reason. He’s nice enough. He’s funny. He’s smart. I just wasn’t really attracted. We’ve had this fun little back and forth e-mail relationship, and it’s been kind of comforting. He’s given me all kinds of advice and tips about this form of dating from the get-go, and it’s really helped me.

But finally! He wore me down. After another series of good advice and ultimately an offer of cocktails one evening this week, I decided that it was time that we finally meet. His persistence is actually quite charming (honestly!), and I was starting to feel like a bitch for turning him down time after time.

So here, my friends, are the details of the evening:

Name: Jonathan

Age: 40-something (can’t remember. It’s been so long since I’ve looked at his profile. I’d guess 44)

Occupation: Manufacturer’s Rep.

We met: For martinis at my favorite little martini lounge

We did: Drank and talked. I had three semi-dirty Ketel 1 martinis. I should have only had two. Cool thing: the waiter brought over a separate little thingy of olive juice so I could dirty it up myself! Jonathan was drinking gimlets.

Convo: Smooth and easy! Wow. What a contrast from Ethan! No idiotic diarrhea of the mouth on my part! We have lots in common….travel, work experiences, dating experiences, etc. Plus, after writing each other off and on for seven months, we really already knew quite a bit about each other. He told me quite a bit about his ex-wife and his kids and last girlfriend (whom he’d met on the internet).

Part of personality I liked: He’s witty and charming and puts me completely at ease

Part of personality I disliked: Don’t know if it’s really part of his personality per se, but he’s a serial dater. I mean, he talks as if he sees a different woman every night. Not in a bragging way or anything, just that he puts himself so “out there”. I didn’t feel as special when he told me that. Naïve me, I seriously thought that he thought I was really, really special because if the attention that he lavished on me. I bet he spends well over 50% of his time (work AND free) on the net looking for dates.

Part of appearance I liked: Better looking than his photos. Nice and tall (6’7”), though not as tall as Ethan (which at 6’9” was really too tall for Miss Five-Foot-Nine). Not too skinny (hello, Ethan…but who’s making comparisons around here?). Built like a barely-starting-to-age athlete. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

Part of appearance I disliked: Eh. A little pocky on the face. Nothing I couldn’t overlook. I mean, if we were to actually DATE or something.

Highest Point: I guess I’d have to say….just being pleasantly surprised that I really liked him when we finally met. To be honest, I was completely prepared to chalk this one up to a sympathy date. I’m happy that wasn’t the case!

Lowest Point: Realizing that I shouldn’t have had that third martini. I was starting to get a little slurry, and I got really, really tired and much less conversational. And…I’m paying for it today. I woke up feeling horrible! Awful! Like hell. I almost called in sick. But I refuse to let alcohol ever be an excuse for interfering with my work. Shows that my tolerance is pretty low because I’ve backed waaay down on the excessive alcohol abuse.

How it ended: I think with a yawn from me. It was getting really late, and I had originally told him I didn’t want to stay out late. He walked me to my car. We hugged.

Chances I’ll see him again: Eh. Nice guy and all. I’d say the dealbreaker was the hyper-frequent dating. Total turn-off. So I don’t think I’ll see him again in a dating situation. But I’m sure we’ll keep up our e-mailing friendship. He’s a good guy to have on my side!

Wasn’t that unexciting? I thought so too. See? *sigh* Just so bored with my dating life!

But there really are other things going on. Like I said, I haven’t been able to get it out into words yet. For me, writing is kinda funny like that. I guess it will all come spilling out in its own time.

For now, on with it….