So. I actually met someone from the online matchmaking site. Props go out to A. Mo and athena exposed for the following format. What follows ain’t very pretty, but hey…first times usually aren’t. Isn’t that what they say anyway?
Name: Tom
Age: 37 (I think!)
Occupation: Corporate Lawyer
We met: Halfway between our two apartments. This means we met at Starbucks. Couple blocks from my place, couple blocks from his. Yeah, the same one I walked to when I accidentally locked myself out on Sunday. Not really my choice of a wonderful meeting spot, but it’s neutral and easy…and I have been dying to try the gingerbread latte. Plus, I wanted to make damn sure that we didn’t meet at a bar so that there was no chance of me blaming any and all possible stupidity on alcohol. He was parking his car (Hello? Can’t you walk two blocks??) as I was walking by on the sidewalk. I didn’t recognize him from his online picture. So when I got to the door, I noticed that there was only two other people inside. A couple. I turned at the door as he was walking up. I was instantly disappointed.
We did: Drank coffee. I had my nonfat gingerbread latte; he had his tall, boring, black. In my opinion, the gingerbread latte tasted more like a graham cracker latte. I told Tom that I thought it should be spicier when he asked how it was. He looked at me funny, as if I was complaining. I got nervous when he looked at me like that, so I started fiddling with a piece of paper. Folding it and refolding. Over and over.
Convo: Terribly one sided…mine. He asked lots of questions, to which I had descriptive and detailed answers. I tried to follow each of my answers with related questions aimed at him, but he wouldn’t bite. It was a struggle to get him to tell me anything about himself. He kept going on and on about how exciting my job/friends/life sounds and how utterly boring his is. He told me he was leaving for Chicago this weekend and how boring that was going to be. Short answers. I think I would have yawned had the coffee not given me a bit of a jolt.
Part of personality I liked: Very, very, very dry (almost brittle) sense of humor. When it was detected. He comes across so much more lively in writing.
Part of personality I disliked: The other 99% percent of it. Very disappointing.
Part of appearance I liked: Ummmm.. Well, he was a decent dresser. Looked like he’d just come from work in an overcoat and a suit and tie. Strange, because we met at 9:00. As a total contrast, I wore really faded jeans, tan boots, colorful, striped turtleneck chunky sweater, suede jacket.
Part of appearance I disliked: Okay. Let’s just say that he wasn’t exactly what his picture and profile represented. He wasn’t as tall as I expected. He was skinny. Face was dry and prematurely wrinkly.
How it ended: Starbucks kicked us out. Closing time. We shook hands. He offered to give me a ride home. I told him I’d rather walk in the crisp air. I confessed that he was the first guy I’d met in person from the online thing. He told me that I was his first too! He asked for my home phone number. I’d already given him my cell number in case anything went awry before our meeting. Not sure why, but I gave it to him. Then we turned and parted.
Chances I’ll see him again: Slim. I think there’s a higher chance of just bumping into him around the neighborhood than actually going on a date with him.
I don’t know. I don’t really want to waste too much time analyzing this one. I just want to chalk this one up to a first time swing and a miss and call it a day.
Too much work to do anyway. I’m supposed to be off today. Gotta get a couple more things taken care of and then I can move on to more important things today….like Christmas shopping.
The thought makes me nervous.
Running…
P. S. I did check the matchmaking site when I got home last night. I’ll be damned if that guy I know from that pajama party (who I was trying my hardest to avoid) didn’t send me a note. Says he recognizes me and thinks has pictures of “us” from that party! Eeks!! He then went on to apologize if I’m not the right person, but that he’d like to meet me anyway! That he’s a friend of J’s (the hot guy who I really liked a lot). I debated with myself about sending a reply. I decided to just say hello. I don’t know if he wrote me back. I freaked a bit. I just know he’s going to show my profile to J. Oh well. It’s not like I didn’t put myself on display for all the world to see anyway.
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