Topic #1: The Mini-RAD in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Where’ve I been, you ask? Off on so many adventures it’s going to take several entries just to catch up! I’m exhausted just thinking about it. But it must be done.

Here is topic #1: Internet Dating!

I can’t believe I’m subjecting myself to this yet again. But I figure….try, try, try, and try again (because, you know, I love the torture). You never know what’s going to stick. Ever. And as frustrating as it is, I’m just too sick of myself curling into a ball and crying about how I can’t find someone to date me…how I’m going to die alone and lonely. How every man sucks. How I suck!

So last week I dusted off the old profile (I’d saved it for years), updated the photos, fluffed up some of the verbiage, clicked “show profile”, and held my breath. What’s been coming back to me has caused reactions ranging from horror and disgust to…hmmm…not so bad!

I’ve decided to actually play along—even though getting serious about this means actually trying to keep up with the whole thing. Not easy! I think it’s going to take some MINI Rate-A-Dates, created exclusively for my internet dating career.

So. Without further ado, I give you:

Mini-RAD #1:

Name: Brent

Age: 44

Relationship Status: Never married.

Occupation: Trial attorney

Length of date: 3 ½ hours

We did: Drinks and ceviche at an El Salvadorian place

I wore:Tan jeans, belted brown knit tunic, super-duper high DKNY suede wrap tie wedges

He wore: Jeans, Tommy Bahama short sleeve linen shirt

Convo: A mixture of GREAT! and weird. Found out he’d gone out with someone here in my office (!). I told him stories that I think he thought were pretentious because of my travel adventures (note to self: possibly tone them down?). He then told me that he’s a simple guy who’s not well traveled. I told him stories of my loft and the projects and the painting. He then told me that he lives on the edge of the ritzy part of town.

Oddities of note: I told him my fave band of all time is the Pixies. He told me that was very telling—but wouldn’t tell me what he thought!!!

Impressions: He’s good looking, cocky…and insecure.

Chances I’ll see him again: Dunno. I’d given him a CD to listen to as we were leaving. I emailed him a thank you the next day…and his reply was that we’d stayed out too late and should have coffee instead of cocktails next time. I don’t think he liked me, but that’s okay. After writing this out I don’t like him either. I just want my CD back.

Mini-RAD #2:

Name: Bryan

Age: 36

Relationship Status: Can’t remember—divorced? I’ll have to look at his profile again.

Occupation: Business owner—manufactures stuff for the shipping and aero industries

Length of date: 4 ½ hours

We did: Drinks, ceviche, and SALSA dancing at an El Salvadorian place (another location of the SAME restaurant above!).

I wore:Skinny jeans—rolled up, backless red and gold patterned halter top, super-duper high gold wedges

He wore: Jeans and a too-big blazer over a shirt that I don’t think I ever saw. Nice black kicks.

Convo: Fascinating. He’s a great conversationalist, a fantastic listener, and even a decent salsa dancer! He LOVED my stories (note to self: don’t tone them down!), and had a bunch to counter with.

Oddities of note: (A)He kept monitoring my pupils. I guess it was to see how much interest I had? Or how nervous I was? I don’t know…but it’s weird…he’s the second guy I’ve encountered in the last few days who’ve looked at my pupils and commented (more on that in another entry). (B) He HATED the fact that my high heels made me taller than him. HATED! So much so that I took off my shoes when we danced (which he thought was very cute, btw). When I got home, the bottoms of my feet were so encrusted with black gooky stuff that it took me 30 minutes to scrub the tar-like filth off. Damn–the shit I put up with!

Impressions: He’s VERY well-traveled, VERY successful, and VERY handsome [but why oh why did he tell me that he didn’t feel like he was quite on my level?].

Chances I’ll see him again: Told me that the ball’s in my court. That he’d like to see me again. And even though I told him that I’d like to see him as well, he told me that I’d have to make the phone call (to prove it to him). Um. Hm. Did my eyes really give that much away?!