"Have you been to Paris before? Well I was born and raised there. It's beautiful, just like you. We seem to have much in common and I think you should let me take you out."
Hm. Well being in my "say yes to every opportunity" phase, I thought what the hell..sure.
Name: Eric
Age: 32
Occupation: Hospital Administrator
Country of Orgin: France
Hotness Rating: 4
Classification: The "sweetheart"
Eric called me a few weeks ago on a Saturday and asked me out for that night. LADIES: NEVER EVEVER EVER let a man ask you out for the same night. Even if you have absolutely no plans----make him work. :-)
So we decided to get together that next weekend. Eric and I had some really great conversation, but I was a little worried when he told me that he was engaged to a girl he was with for 12 years and they recently broke up. He had a lot of questions for me, and just for pure amusement, here are some of them:
-Why are you single?
-Do you have any diseases/disorders?
-Are you a healthy person?
-Do you like sex?
-Do you have a lot of stuff in your apartment?
-What can a man do to make you mad?
-Have you ever cheated on anyone?
-How many partners have you had? (I laughed at this one)
-Do you take pills for anything?
The questions creeped me out slightly, especially for a first meeting...but I figured I've at least give him a chance.
We met at a small cafe by Loring Park and talked for a few hours. Everything was going well, he had a nice smile, great body, and was funny. Except one thing: HE TALKED ABOUT HIMSELF THE ENTIRE TIME. THE WHOLE TIME.
We walked back to his place and had a glass of wine and talked for another few hours, just getting to know each other. His apartment smelled like sweat and spice. He plays soccer and tennis, and his place just REEKED of sweat. I luckily got used to it...but knew this wouldn't work for a second date. His place had mismatched furniture, absolutely outdated electronics---I'm pretty sure he got his tv from Vincent Price's yard sale. So we have a sweaty apartment and awkward decor.
Like I said he was cute, right? But His hair was goofy---very curly and soft but a bit longer than I'd like. Goofy hair...sweaty apartment....
The man wouldn't shut up. WOULD NOT STOP TALKING. So I left. He called me a few days later and asked to hang out with me again. I was really tired and was planning on having a movie night. So I figured I'd invite him over, we'd have a chill night.
He did end up coming over, and we decided on one of my favorite movies EVER--The Departed. He'd never seen it, and he liked it. It was about 11:00 PM and I was getting sleepy. He asked if I minded if he stayed, and I told him no but I was going to bed. He left. I was fine with it because MY GOD HIS HAIR. IT WAS LIKE 1970 AND 1987 had a lovechild and dressed it in gel. I couldn't stand his hair, you guys. His body! Wow! Well we made out sure, so I did get to see his upper body--and he plays soccer so it was pretty great. But like really---I just couldn't get past the hair. So that's it. Eric hasn't called, hasn't texted...and now I don't have to worry about his hair or going to see his place ever again. (Sigh of relief).
I have been on Match.com and these blogs have been really fun to write! I have been open to new experiences and about half of my summer has been adventurous and more exciting than last summer.
I've learned a lot too....really a lot. And the biggest lesson I've learned is that I am a very sensitive, old-fashioned girl. Friends, I'd love to have a "steel backbone" so I could write on and date the rest of the world. But here's the truth. I am very sensitive and I want something real. Match.com is raw--it's rough, it's not for the faint of heart. All I have wanted for years, since Jason and I broke up (2006), is a best friend who loves me. And who I love just as much. I want someone to be there, someone on my team. A good, genuine man. And Match.com just isn't the way for me because although it's been fun, but caused some heartache for me too. I've broken some hearts too in this journey---I'm not totally innocent....but I am done with games and I want the real thing.
Match.com is a game. You have to be a player to play it.
So I'm done with Match. I'm not sure where I'll find love, what avenues I'll take, where life will go from here, but new adventures will come.
Thanks for reading and enjoying this journey with me. Who knows...maybe I'll be back in a few months! For now, I'm going to focus on my health, finding a new job, and pursuing writing a bit more.
:) Linds
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Bjorn: The (Racist) Odd Duck?
Bjorn, a Norweigan 40-something Business Consultant from Edina contacted me initially with a very generic message that went something like this:
Hello, you seem to be very interesting. I do not believe in chemistry through profiles, would you like to have coffee soon? I hope you email back.
I emailed Bjorn once, and said sure let's do it..coffee sounded great! We were set to meet the next week at a small cafe in Edina. Since I was talking with Mo and Max right around the same time, I didn't pay much attention to this one until he emailed me back this message:
"I see on your profile you like African-American male. I am not African-American male and I do not wish to meet you any longer for coffee because of this. Bjorn."
I replied to Bjorn, letting him know that I am open to dating men of any race, as long as he was a gentle, respectful, loving person. I took it a few steps further and told Bjorn that everyone, no matter their race or creed is human and seeks out the same needs in life, above all, to be loved. Everyone is entitled to that right the day they are born. Justice and racial relations are very near and dear to my heart, as Jesus Christ and Martin Luther King, Jr. were my first idols, next to my mother, grandmother, and older brother Pat. I told him that things happen in the world and evil and hurt exist, but it's no reason to hate another person because of who they were born to be. I couldn't believe someone would say that to another person!
After I schooled Bjorn in justice and love, I concluded that match is jam-packed FULL of crazy people, completely desperate to find what they are looking for--what was Bjorn looking for? A cold fish??? GO FISH.
Would you guys believe this...Bjorn texted me two days later. He asked if we still wanted to meet up. I was like---NO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? He said no! He said he still liked me, and I told him that's nice of him to say, but I'm not interested in dating someone with so much hate and prejudice in their heart.
Sounds like Bjorn needs to listen to a little Michael Jackson...namely "Man in the Mirror" and also "Black or White." Couldn't hurt.
Hello, you seem to be very interesting. I do not believe in chemistry through profiles, would you like to have coffee soon? I hope you email back.
I emailed Bjorn once, and said sure let's do it..coffee sounded great! We were set to meet the next week at a small cafe in Edina. Since I was talking with Mo and Max right around the same time, I didn't pay much attention to this one until he emailed me back this message:
"I see on your profile you like African-American male. I am not African-American male and I do not wish to meet you any longer for coffee because of this. Bjorn."
I replied to Bjorn, letting him know that I am open to dating men of any race, as long as he was a gentle, respectful, loving person. I took it a few steps further and told Bjorn that everyone, no matter their race or creed is human and seeks out the same needs in life, above all, to be loved. Everyone is entitled to that right the day they are born. Justice and racial relations are very near and dear to my heart, as Jesus Christ and Martin Luther King, Jr. were my first idols, next to my mother, grandmother, and older brother Pat. I told him that things happen in the world and evil and hurt exist, but it's no reason to hate another person because of who they were born to be. I couldn't believe someone would say that to another person!
After I schooled Bjorn in justice and love, I concluded that match is jam-packed FULL of crazy people, completely desperate to find what they are looking for--what was Bjorn looking for? A cold fish??? GO FISH.
Would you guys believe this...Bjorn texted me two days later. He asked if we still wanted to meet up. I was like---NO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? He said no! He said he still liked me, and I told him that's nice of him to say, but I'm not interested in dating someone with so much hate and prejudice in their heart.
Sounds like Bjorn needs to listen to a little Michael Jackson...namely "Man in the Mirror" and also "Black or White." Couldn't hurt.
Max: The Tatoo'd Beefcake
One of the first winks I ever got on match was from Max; a very handsome gym rat country boy with his own contracting company who was hounding for sex more than a 20-year old St. Thomas University Engineering student at Tiffany's on a Friday night (St. Paul humor-sorry).
It was one of the first topics we discussed--he brought it up in our first conversation. He called my cell phone at work and we talked for just a few minutes. He asked me to dinner right away. I was delighted and agreed, even though he didn't set a date yet. I asked him what his ideal day was in life. He described me a very similar day to my own ideal day:
Wake up with someone you love, have breakfast and a walk, play outside, go home, have some fun....(heh? Heh? You know what I'm saying) then get ready for a very nice low-key dinner--oh and go home and relax together. Sounds awesome, I tell him. He goes on to tell me that he LOVES the gym and needs to go every day---meanwhile while he's on the phone with me he's at Culver's and is practically shouting at the staff to get him only 1-bunless chicken breast and NOTHING else. He just literally wanted a chicken breast. That's it. I was laughing and he said, "I just like to eat well. I already had bread today anyway."
Kay, Max....wow what a girl.
So then he tells me he has a Harley, and a red flag goes up with me. I never for one day in my life pictured myself to be a biker bi-yatch. Not that there's anything wrong with that....Lord knows my uncle was the most distinguished harley guy there ever was. I own one leather jacket suppose...and I'm not getting a tatoo for pete's sake. I just don't picture myself riding on the back of a bike for fun. Which is a good thing...
Max called a few more times but nothing came of it. We had a lot of laughs, mostly about him making fun of himself. Maybe he just liked talking to me on the phone? Who knows. I noticed he updated his pictures on match and noted that his neck is absent from his body. I like a neck to be visible. See ya, Max.
It was one of the first topics we discussed--he brought it up in our first conversation. He called my cell phone at work and we talked for just a few minutes. He asked me to dinner right away. I was delighted and agreed, even though he didn't set a date yet. I asked him what his ideal day was in life. He described me a very similar day to my own ideal day:
Wake up with someone you love, have breakfast and a walk, play outside, go home, have some fun....(heh? Heh? You know what I'm saying) then get ready for a very nice low-key dinner--oh and go home and relax together. Sounds awesome, I tell him. He goes on to tell me that he LOVES the gym and needs to go every day---meanwhile while he's on the phone with me he's at Culver's and is practically shouting at the staff to get him only 1-bunless chicken breast and NOTHING else. He just literally wanted a chicken breast. That's it. I was laughing and he said, "I just like to eat well. I already had bread today anyway."
Kay, Max....wow what a girl.
So then he tells me he has a Harley, and a red flag goes up with me. I never for one day in my life pictured myself to be a biker bi-yatch. Not that there's anything wrong with that....Lord knows my uncle was the most distinguished harley guy there ever was. I own one leather jacket suppose...and I'm not getting a tatoo for pete's sake. I just don't picture myself riding on the back of a bike for fun. Which is a good thing...
Max called a few more times but nothing came of it. We had a lot of laughs, mostly about him making fun of himself. Maybe he just liked talking to me on the phone? Who knows. I noticed he updated his pictures on match and noted that his neck is absent from his body. I like a neck to be visible. See ya, Max.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Goodbye Mo. Goodbye Jack.
I was VERY excited to learn that Mo wanted to see Bridesmaids as much as I did. For a guy not living in the U.S. for long, he picked up on the American sense of humor well.
As the cliche goes, he arrived in his convertible. Who can resist? I got in the passenger side and found chocolate and a CD on the seat. (Mmm-hmmm). Well from my place to the movie theater, he made an entire mix CD just for that occasion. I don't recall every song, but it was the first time I was introduced to the genre Arabic jazz. Not too shabby! I love jazz anyway, it was cool to hear another style of it. The wind in my hair, the way Downtown St. Paul looks with all of the lights on a clear summer night, and how Mo's colongue smelled as I put my head on his shoulder. Awesome summer memory!
The movie was incredible--have you guys seen it? GO SEE IT! I laughed the whole way through it. Even when Mo would reach out for me to kiss me, I'd still be giggling. I might even see that movie again soon! Anyway...
So after the movie he said he got hungry and it was super late, so we decided to go back to my place so I could make something for him. I offered! I love cooking actually. I wish I could do it more. Well we did actually go back to my place and had the chance to hang out. He felt bad making me cook because my apartment was so hot, so I didn't.
Well by 10:00 AM the next morning, I'd had about 3 hours of sleep and a lover's quarrel. I'll explain. Mo left early giving a shady excuse(oh I have to pick up so and so at the airport then they have to go to work) and I called him out on it, which resulted in an awful misunderstanding and him leaving in a huff--oh and me telling him never to call again (I get emotional at 6:00 AM). I'd be fine with him leaving otherwise but I knew he was being dishonest.
I spent the day at the pool reading and burning my poor Irish/English skin. I went home to take a nap and by the time I woke up my mom had called, saying my cat was having trouble breathing. I had trouble breathing all day long--thinking what did I do? Mo hasn't called! I went to my mom's to be with my cat and things kept getting worse...meanwhile I was worried Mo wouldn't call since we were supposed to go see fireworks together.
By 9:30 PM I knew Mo wouldn't call that night which felt awful, to make matters worse Jack the cat wasn't responding well to my voice and still breathing heavily. My brother and I rushed Jack into the hospital. Jack was suffering from cardiac trouble and while I was having my anxiety about Mo, Jack was slowly slipping away.
After spending nearly 3 hours at the hospital with my brother, we left Jack in the care of a handsome vet who was to call me in the morning to give an update on Jack. My text to Mo said something along the lines of good luck and wishing him well on Match.com. I have a feeling he won't need my well-wishes.
1:00 AM I'm back at my apartment and completely destroyed with grief over worrying about my baby AND Mo. I was worried I would never hear from Mo...I couldn't sleep. 1:30 AM the vet calls me to inform me Jack is suffering from severe cardiac failure and gave me a choice to put him down gently or to have a surgeon look at him. The vet said even a surgeon may not save him. I decided to have Jack put down seeing as how the chances of him doing well were so low. My heart broke into a thousand bits that night for two reasons...but one of them was more important than the other.
Jack was my friend and pet..the best cat/dog in the world. I adoped him in 2004 and we've been attached at the hip since. My dad would feed him ice cream and he'd fetch only q-tips and his toy mice. He'd wrap his paws around my neck and talk to birds. He'd kill bugs for me and perk up every time he'd hear my voice. We'd wrestle, I'd sing to him, he'd make me laugh, pur so loud I couldn't hear the tv, and sass me when I wouldn't give him enough treats. I will miss him so so much you guys. My family loved him..he was the life of the party. I just loved him.
July 5, 2011 was a Monday. I woke up half - dead but I knew I had to go to work despite the grief. I knew if I stayed home I'd just miss Jack and think about Mo and cycle in my head over and over what I did wrong with him... I got through work somehow. That night Mo called me and told me he didn't want to see me anymore, that we'd be friends--and OH WAIT...that he's going back home to his country until September.
So that's it.
Okay so it was only two dates. No big deal, right? Well I am unsure if I dumped him or if he dumped me first...either way it doesn't feel incredibly good. I don't know if I can handle Match as much as I thought. I get attached to people and begin to appreciate them and what they offer the world. I thought Mo and I had a connection. I am doubting my ability to stay on the site right now. I'm not cut out for too much heartbreak.
There are two more short stories to tell, of a tatooed beefcake and an odd duck who was convinced I'd STILL go out with him even after he insulted me.
As the cliche goes, he arrived in his convertible. Who can resist? I got in the passenger side and found chocolate and a CD on the seat. (Mmm-hmmm). Well from my place to the movie theater, he made an entire mix CD just for that occasion. I don't recall every song, but it was the first time I was introduced to the genre Arabic jazz. Not too shabby! I love jazz anyway, it was cool to hear another style of it. The wind in my hair, the way Downtown St. Paul looks with all of the lights on a clear summer night, and how Mo's colongue smelled as I put my head on his shoulder. Awesome summer memory!
The movie was incredible--have you guys seen it? GO SEE IT! I laughed the whole way through it. Even when Mo would reach out for me to kiss me, I'd still be giggling. I might even see that movie again soon! Anyway...
So after the movie he said he got hungry and it was super late, so we decided to go back to my place so I could make something for him. I offered! I love cooking actually. I wish I could do it more. Well we did actually go back to my place and had the chance to hang out. He felt bad making me cook because my apartment was so hot, so I didn't.
Well by 10:00 AM the next morning, I'd had about 3 hours of sleep and a lover's quarrel. I'll explain. Mo left early giving a shady excuse(oh I have to pick up so and so at the airport then they have to go to work) and I called him out on it, which resulted in an awful misunderstanding and him leaving in a huff--oh and me telling him never to call again (I get emotional at 6:00 AM). I'd be fine with him leaving otherwise but I knew he was being dishonest.
I spent the day at the pool reading and burning my poor Irish/English skin. I went home to take a nap and by the time I woke up my mom had called, saying my cat was having trouble breathing. I had trouble breathing all day long--thinking what did I do? Mo hasn't called! I went to my mom's to be with my cat and things kept getting worse...meanwhile I was worried Mo wouldn't call since we were supposed to go see fireworks together.
By 9:30 PM I knew Mo wouldn't call that night which felt awful, to make matters worse Jack the cat wasn't responding well to my voice and still breathing heavily. My brother and I rushed Jack into the hospital. Jack was suffering from cardiac trouble and while I was having my anxiety about Mo, Jack was slowly slipping away.
After spending nearly 3 hours at the hospital with my brother, we left Jack in the care of a handsome vet who was to call me in the morning to give an update on Jack. My text to Mo said something along the lines of good luck and wishing him well on Match.com. I have a feeling he won't need my well-wishes.
1:00 AM I'm back at my apartment and completely destroyed with grief over worrying about my baby AND Mo. I was worried I would never hear from Mo...I couldn't sleep. 1:30 AM the vet calls me to inform me Jack is suffering from severe cardiac failure and gave me a choice to put him down gently or to have a surgeon look at him. The vet said even a surgeon may not save him. I decided to have Jack put down seeing as how the chances of him doing well were so low. My heart broke into a thousand bits that night for two reasons...but one of them was more important than the other.
Jack was my friend and pet..the best cat/dog in the world. I adoped him in 2004 and we've been attached at the hip since. My dad would feed him ice cream and he'd fetch only q-tips and his toy mice. He'd wrap his paws around my neck and talk to birds. He'd kill bugs for me and perk up every time he'd hear my voice. We'd wrestle, I'd sing to him, he'd make me laugh, pur so loud I couldn't hear the tv, and sass me when I wouldn't give him enough treats. I will miss him so so much you guys. My family loved him..he was the life of the party. I just loved him.
July 5, 2011 was a Monday. I woke up half - dead but I knew I had to go to work despite the grief. I knew if I stayed home I'd just miss Jack and think about Mo and cycle in my head over and over what I did wrong with him... I got through work somehow. That night Mo called me and told me he didn't want to see me anymore, that we'd be friends--and OH WAIT...that he's going back home to his country until September.
So that's it.
Okay so it was only two dates. No big deal, right? Well I am unsure if I dumped him or if he dumped me first...either way it doesn't feel incredibly good. I don't know if I can handle Match as much as I thought. I get attached to people and begin to appreciate them and what they offer the world. I thought Mo and I had a connection. I am doubting my ability to stay on the site right now. I'm not cut out for too much heartbreak.
There are two more short stories to tell, of a tatooed beefcake and an odd duck who was convinced I'd STILL go out with him even after he insulted me.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Gimme Mo': Moh Part 2
Well like I said, it was a terrible idea looking back, but I felt really comfortable with this guy right away. We arrive to my apartment and we both get out of the car, and I suddently blurt out, "I gotta change shoes. Like now." He bashfully said ok, and asked if he should wait in the car or outside on the steps. I liked that he was so polite, but it was raining so I told him to come in. I had him sit down and watch tv while I ran to the back of my apartment to my bedroom to change shoes. It was also at this time that I realized how badly I had to go to the bathroom.
I went in my bathroom and tried to be very discreet but--oops--I remembered my door didn't shut all the way! Oh my God. I didn't want this man to hear anything my God what is he thinking, "wow this girl is odd." WELL HE BE RIGHT. Because I swear I spent 10 minutes NOT going to the bathroom trying to figure out how to disguise any tinkling noises. Whatever. I finally just decided to turn the bathtub faucet on and take extra time re-primping so he didn't think I was in there like taking a second shower or passing out. Crisis overted!
I had my shoes....I was relieved....I was all set for the second portion of our evening (after spraying just a leeeetle more Tease VS Perfume on my wrists). As I headed to the living room Mo and asked if he was ready to go, I saw he was standing at my bookshelf, staring at the picture of my family. At Caribou when he told me about his brother's death, I told him about my father's death in September. Mo asked if my father was in the photo he was looking at, and I said it was, and he reached out for me and held me for a good five minutes. He kissed my forehead and brought my head to his chest. I felt comforted by him, and I must admit, it was a nice feeling to be in the arms of a guy who could protect me. For some reason I date lots of men much smaller than me. I digress, more on that later. I was very moved by how sensitive he was and although I could have stayed there all night, I wanted to show Mo St. Paul!
We walked from my place down Summit and Mo was in awe of the beauty of the homes and how lovely the trees looked at night...it had just rained and everything smelled so sweet...the grass, the gardens, the pavement. The street was quiet, almost like our own paradise. We stopped in a small park overlooking downtown Saint Paul and felt the breeze gently move through the trees.
"Lindsay?"
"Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
"Um--what?"
"Well what do you think of me?"
"Well I think you're great, Mo...I.."
This man grabbed my face with both hands before I could finish and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I was both shocked by this action and blown away because he's an amazing kisser. My mind left my body for the rest of the night and got carried away with that breeze. After he kissed me he said, "Lindsay. I really like you a lot." I didn't know what to say, because number one, my mind was gone. Number two, I knew this man was hot but did I actually feel the same about him? I wasn't sure and didn't want to lie. Instead I just grabbed his hand and smiled as I tried to lead us back on the walk.
He stopped us again, and this time we started making out. Every few minutes we'd stop, look at one another, then keep going. Sorry if this is getting too H and H for you, but I'm about keeping this as real as what's appropriate...(and hopefully there will be more of these moments to come. My Match subscription doesn't end until September).
A family came into the park and we decided to move locations. We managed to get a few more blocks away when Mo saw a house he liked. He told me to stop where I was standing, which was under a flowering tree. He looked at the house, then at me, and then above me at the tree. He was about to kiss me again and I reached up above me to pick a flower from the tree. As I pulled on the blossom to bring it down, tiny raindrops and flowers fell on my hair. We both laughed as we picked the nature out of my hair. I was feeling a little embarassed but he said, "No this is perfect...you look wonderful...." aaaannnddd the making out began again. I've never kissed a man with raindrops and flowers in my hair, and I must say I highly recommend it to anyone reading this right now. There is something very magical about that. I suppose it's the same magic contained in seeing yourself in your wedding dress the first time, or maybe when a baby smiles at you. Maybe as happy as both in the SAME DAY! WHAAAAAAAT?!!!
So the perfect first Mo date was coming to an end, despite my desire to make it last forever. And it was pretty perfect. Then there was date number two...
I went in my bathroom and tried to be very discreet but--oops--I remembered my door didn't shut all the way! Oh my God. I didn't want this man to hear anything my God what is he thinking, "wow this girl is odd." WELL HE BE RIGHT. Because I swear I spent 10 minutes NOT going to the bathroom trying to figure out how to disguise any tinkling noises. Whatever. I finally just decided to turn the bathtub faucet on and take extra time re-primping so he didn't think I was in there like taking a second shower or passing out. Crisis overted!
I had my shoes....I was relieved....I was all set for the second portion of our evening (after spraying just a leeeetle more Tease VS Perfume on my wrists). As I headed to the living room Mo and asked if he was ready to go, I saw he was standing at my bookshelf, staring at the picture of my family. At Caribou when he told me about his brother's death, I told him about my father's death in September. Mo asked if my father was in the photo he was looking at, and I said it was, and he reached out for me and held me for a good five minutes. He kissed my forehead and brought my head to his chest. I felt comforted by him, and I must admit, it was a nice feeling to be in the arms of a guy who could protect me. For some reason I date lots of men much smaller than me. I digress, more on that later. I was very moved by how sensitive he was and although I could have stayed there all night, I wanted to show Mo St. Paul!
We walked from my place down Summit and Mo was in awe of the beauty of the homes and how lovely the trees looked at night...it had just rained and everything smelled so sweet...the grass, the gardens, the pavement. The street was quiet, almost like our own paradise. We stopped in a small park overlooking downtown Saint Paul and felt the breeze gently move through the trees.
"Lindsay?"
"Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
"Um--what?"
"Well what do you think of me?"
"Well I think you're great, Mo...I.."
This man grabbed my face with both hands before I could finish and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I was both shocked by this action and blown away because he's an amazing kisser. My mind left my body for the rest of the night and got carried away with that breeze. After he kissed me he said, "Lindsay. I really like you a lot." I didn't know what to say, because number one, my mind was gone. Number two, I knew this man was hot but did I actually feel the same about him? I wasn't sure and didn't want to lie. Instead I just grabbed his hand and smiled as I tried to lead us back on the walk.
He stopped us again, and this time we started making out. Every few minutes we'd stop, look at one another, then keep going. Sorry if this is getting too H and H for you, but I'm about keeping this as real as what's appropriate...(and hopefully there will be more of these moments to come. My Match subscription doesn't end until September).
A family came into the park and we decided to move locations. We managed to get a few more blocks away when Mo saw a house he liked. He told me to stop where I was standing, which was under a flowering tree. He looked at the house, then at me, and then above me at the tree. He was about to kiss me again and I reached up above me to pick a flower from the tree. As I pulled on the blossom to bring it down, tiny raindrops and flowers fell on my hair. We both laughed as we picked the nature out of my hair. I was feeling a little embarassed but he said, "No this is perfect...you look wonderful...." aaaannnddd the making out began again. I've never kissed a man with raindrops and flowers in my hair, and I must say I highly recommend it to anyone reading this right now. There is something very magical about that. I suppose it's the same magic contained in seeing yourself in your wedding dress the first time, or maybe when a baby smiles at you. Maybe as happy as both in the SAME DAY! WHAAAAAAAT?!!!
So the perfect first Mo date was coming to an end, despite my desire to make it last forever. And it was pretty perfect. Then there was date number two...
Friday, July 8, 2011
We Want Some Mo: Mo "The Smooth Operator"
Name: Moh
Age: 27
Occupation: MBA Student
Country of Orgin/Ethnicity: Bahrain
Hotness Rating: 6.5
Classification: The smooth guy
So member when I said I was asked for coffee right away? I agreed. Having literally just signed up with Match.com, stating my preferences as a man, white, Christian, age range 30-36, well-educated, and making a decent income above $45K, as well as living in the Twin Cities...I was instantly messaged by Moh (a man not fitting any of that criteria--especially NOT the Christian part), the smoothie..not to be confused with a smoothie DRINK.
So I get this pop up from Moh, kind of like IM, with this guy's picture and profile. This guy says hi, how are you, do you have time to talk? I told him yes, and while I was typing answers to his questions (where do you live, do you live alone, what do you do for fun) I was checking out his profile. I could tell he was from the Middle East right away, and guessed his "Moh" is actually Mohammed...but his pictures were pretty hot! So I thought hey---why the hell not. We start talking and considering it was over IM, we hit it off a okay. He asked to call me and I told him no, just text..gave him my number, then BAM! The guy texts me at 9:23 PM that same night on June 26:
"Hey what's up Sweetie this is Moh was really nice chatting with u." He then proceeds to ask my name and I tell him, and he said okay, feel free to call or text anytime. I thought yeah okay whatever, then went to bed. Match is exhausting :-)
Moh texts the very next day and we start talking about work. I ask him what he does, feeling a bit suspicious that he's texting me at 3 PM when he barely knows me. He said this: "I'm on vocation free all the time." I told him I too wanted a "vocation" and from there we just texted throughout the week. He asked me to meet him for coffee on Friday and I agreed.
So you get the point: texting was going well. Three days later on June 29th Moh and I took things to the next level and started actually talking by PHONE (whaaa?). Turns out his voice is devestatingly sexy and very sweet (when I can understand him past his thick accent). The conversation went well...maybe a little too well because I received a poem at 3:49 AM that morning that went a little something like this:
Look....
The moon is calling you.
See..
The stars are shining for you!
Listen...
The birds are sining to you!
Hear....
My heart says I miss you.
Yes ladies I know what you're thinking. He's no Pablo Neruda, BUT THIS IS THE FIRST POEM ANY GUY HAS EVER WRITTEN ME. Being a romantic myself, I melted. I turned to absolute mush. Like putty in this man's hands.
So Friday, July 1st comes. A half day at work, a mani/pedi scheduled at Mask Salon (thanks, Groupon) and a date on the horizon. I was feelin' good. Moh texts me right away at 2:39 PM: Hello sweet heart today is our day finally :-) Yay! The mani/pedi was fabulous..especially considering my pink sparkly glitter toes looked amazing.
I raced home and busted down my apartment door at 6:30 PM when I got home. I didn't even have time for pre-date tunes (Britney, Madonna, Katy Perry). Moh and I were to meet at 8! How was I to get ready that quick?! Well I managed somehow, and also cut a few corners (NOT curling your hair saves time-who knew?) and when I got to our designated meeting spot at Caribou I found myself feeling more at ease than I'd expected....which probably is where I went wrong initially.
It was raining and since I was newly freshed up and wanted to stay in my car instead of run across the parking lot, risking ruining my hair, makeup, outfit, oh and potentially tripping over myself...which luckily happens less frequently as the lower my heels get. Moh texted me and said he'd meet me in my car and we'd go inside together. The weather was nuts so I didn't see him at all until he literally got in my passenger side of my car. My breath caught in my chest--not just because he wore entierely too much colongue...but because his pictures scarcely depict him as beautiful as he is in person. His jet black hair was quasi slicked from the rain, his deep brown eyes with hints of green and gold, and muscular structure brought me to muster only these words: "Oh my God..Hi." The man brought me flowers, did I mention that part? Well anyway, we greeted each other and went inside to get our coffee.
We talked about our days, how his life was going, and how he ended up here in the U.S. being from Bahrain. He moved here when his brother passed away last year. He explained he couldn't be in his home country anymore and that it was too painful not to have his brother with him. When he told me the story and how his brother's last words were calling for Moh...I cried. I couldn't help it...Moh was obviously still so hurt from this and I empathized with him. He reached for my hand across the table at Caribou and apologized for crying and making me cry. We decided to leave the coffee shop after talking for 2 hours and go for a walk. I wanted to show him St. Paul since he's not as familiar with it, so we drove to park by my place. I faced a dillema now...should I walk in my heels...or should I change shoes? Our mothers, ladies, would tell us to keep the pretty shoes on and avoid any situations where a man would be in an enclosed space with you on a first date. Right?
I broke the rules....probably a few too many times.
*To Be Continued...
Age: 27
Occupation: MBA Student
Country of Orgin/Ethnicity: Bahrain
Hotness Rating: 6.5
Classification: The smooth guy
So member when I said I was asked for coffee right away? I agreed. Having literally just signed up with Match.com, stating my preferences as a man, white, Christian, age range 30-36, well-educated, and making a decent income above $45K, as well as living in the Twin Cities...I was instantly messaged by Moh (a man not fitting any of that criteria--especially NOT the Christian part), the smoothie..not to be confused with a smoothie DRINK.
So I get this pop up from Moh, kind of like IM, with this guy's picture and profile. This guy says hi, how are you, do you have time to talk? I told him yes, and while I was typing answers to his questions (where do you live, do you live alone, what do you do for fun) I was checking out his profile. I could tell he was from the Middle East right away, and guessed his "Moh" is actually Mohammed...but his pictures were pretty hot! So I thought hey---why the hell not. We start talking and considering it was over IM, we hit it off a okay. He asked to call me and I told him no, just text..gave him my number, then BAM! The guy texts me at 9:23 PM that same night on June 26:
"Hey what's up Sweetie this is Moh was really nice chatting with u." He then proceeds to ask my name and I tell him, and he said okay, feel free to call or text anytime. I thought yeah okay whatever, then went to bed. Match is exhausting :-)
Moh texts the very next day and we start talking about work. I ask him what he does, feeling a bit suspicious that he's texting me at 3 PM when he barely knows me. He said this: "I'm on vocation free all the time." I told him I too wanted a "vocation" and from there we just texted throughout the week. He asked me to meet him for coffee on Friday and I agreed.
So you get the point: texting was going well. Three days later on June 29th Moh and I took things to the next level and started actually talking by PHONE (whaaa?). Turns out his voice is devestatingly sexy and very sweet (when I can understand him past his thick accent). The conversation went well...maybe a little too well because I received a poem at 3:49 AM that morning that went a little something like this:
Look....
The moon is calling you.
See..
The stars are shining for you!
Listen...
The birds are sining to you!
Hear....
My heart says I miss you.
Yes ladies I know what you're thinking. He's no Pablo Neruda, BUT THIS IS THE FIRST POEM ANY GUY HAS EVER WRITTEN ME. Being a romantic myself, I melted. I turned to absolute mush. Like putty in this man's hands.
So Friday, July 1st comes. A half day at work, a mani/pedi scheduled at Mask Salon (thanks, Groupon) and a date on the horizon. I was feelin' good. Moh texts me right away at 2:39 PM: Hello sweet heart today is our day finally :-) Yay! The mani/pedi was fabulous..especially considering my pink sparkly glitter toes looked amazing.
I raced home and busted down my apartment door at 6:30 PM when I got home. I didn't even have time for pre-date tunes (Britney, Madonna, Katy Perry). Moh and I were to meet at 8! How was I to get ready that quick?! Well I managed somehow, and also cut a few corners (NOT curling your hair saves time-who knew?) and when I got to our designated meeting spot at Caribou I found myself feeling more at ease than I'd expected....which probably is where I went wrong initially.
It was raining and since I was newly freshed up and wanted to stay in my car instead of run across the parking lot, risking ruining my hair, makeup, outfit, oh and potentially tripping over myself...which luckily happens less frequently as the lower my heels get. Moh texted me and said he'd meet me in my car and we'd go inside together. The weather was nuts so I didn't see him at all until he literally got in my passenger side of my car. My breath caught in my chest--not just because he wore entierely too much colongue...but because his pictures scarcely depict him as beautiful as he is in person. His jet black hair was quasi slicked from the rain, his deep brown eyes with hints of green and gold, and muscular structure brought me to muster only these words: "Oh my God..Hi." The man brought me flowers, did I mention that part? Well anyway, we greeted each other and went inside to get our coffee.
We talked about our days, how his life was going, and how he ended up here in the U.S. being from Bahrain. He moved here when his brother passed away last year. He explained he couldn't be in his home country anymore and that it was too painful not to have his brother with him. When he told me the story and how his brother's last words were calling for Moh...I cried. I couldn't help it...Moh was obviously still so hurt from this and I empathized with him. He reached for my hand across the table at Caribou and apologized for crying and making me cry. We decided to leave the coffee shop after talking for 2 hours and go for a walk. I wanted to show him St. Paul since he's not as familiar with it, so we drove to park by my place. I faced a dillema now...should I walk in my heels...or should I change shoes? Our mothers, ladies, would tell us to keep the pretty shoes on and avoid any situations where a man would be in an enclosed space with you on a first date. Right?
I broke the rules....probably a few too many times.
*To Be Continued...
A New Start?
My life is very busy right now. Although I'm not sure exactly how this happened, I am certain it's the way my life has been going for years. I suppose I have been used to a busy life since I started grad school at St. Kate's back in 2006 since I remember my life being more chill at one time..long long ago...
Nowadays I am working on an awesome webseries, taking improv classes, spending plenty of time with my family and its new members as well as keeping busy being a big sister for Journie, my 9-year old "little sister." OH, and trying to look for a new job as well as keeping up with all of the baby and wedding gifts I still have to buy. I've also rediscovered my love for writing on my own and reading more leadership books than I care to bore anyone with.
So you guys get the point, right? I'm VERY busy right now in my life. But you know, something is missing. I hate to admit it since I'm obviously doing well on my own, but I miss having a partner and best pal; someone I can count on to be there for me and calm me down when my busy life gets to be too overwhelming. I freak out a lot of the time. It's true. I've been single now friends, for nearly 4 years. Sure, I've had dates on and off again, but I have been single for a very long long long long time. And despite my love for my life on my own, being a 30-year old woman in Midwestern society when literally everyone around me has a romantic partner, a plus one, a husband, boyfriend, love..even children at this point..I decided it's time to make that happen for myself and begin my journey in finding the right one for me.
I'm going to be honest here: I don't know what I'm doing. Kay? NO idea. I've seemigly exhausted my "um..so does your (husband, boyfriend, etc.) have any friends?" options. I was out of ideas for a very long time...until I heard the same message in one weekend come from two very trusted female friends who know me very well. "Join Match.com Linds." One friend suggested it just to put myself out there and get some exposure in the dating world, much like what a job fair does for a job seeker; network! My other friend from California said I should join JUST FOR THE STORIES to spice my life up a bit. I think she (being with the same guy for 14 years) just wanted to live vicariously through me for the moment. Which is totally cool....because guess what? I joined. I am now on Match.com. That's right! I joined on Sunday, June 26th and within 2 hours was receiving several inquiries. Now, for a girl who hasn't really gone online to join any sites this was pretty overwhelming for me. I was excited sure....but I had no idea how to proceed with the amount of inquries sounding like this: "I like your smile, let's chat" and "I want to get to know you better, let's do coffee..."
What I did next I cherish very much but also regret....stay tuned.
Nowadays I am working on an awesome webseries, taking improv classes, spending plenty of time with my family and its new members as well as keeping busy being a big sister for Journie, my 9-year old "little sister." OH, and trying to look for a new job as well as keeping up with all of the baby and wedding gifts I still have to buy. I've also rediscovered my love for writing on my own and reading more leadership books than I care to bore anyone with.
So you guys get the point, right? I'm VERY busy right now in my life. But you know, something is missing. I hate to admit it since I'm obviously doing well on my own, but I miss having a partner and best pal; someone I can count on to be there for me and calm me down when my busy life gets to be too overwhelming. I freak out a lot of the time. It's true. I've been single now friends, for nearly 4 years. Sure, I've had dates on and off again, but I have been single for a very long long long long time. And despite my love for my life on my own, being a 30-year old woman in Midwestern society when literally everyone around me has a romantic partner, a plus one, a husband, boyfriend, love..even children at this point..I decided it's time to make that happen for myself and begin my journey in finding the right one for me.
I'm going to be honest here: I don't know what I'm doing. Kay? NO idea. I've seemigly exhausted my "um..so does your (husband, boyfriend, etc.) have any friends?" options. I was out of ideas for a very long time...until I heard the same message in one weekend come from two very trusted female friends who know me very well. "Join Match.com Linds." One friend suggested it just to put myself out there and get some exposure in the dating world, much like what a job fair does for a job seeker; network! My other friend from California said I should join JUST FOR THE STORIES to spice my life up a bit. I think she (being with the same guy for 14 years) just wanted to live vicariously through me for the moment. Which is totally cool....because guess what? I joined. I am now on Match.com. That's right! I joined on Sunday, June 26th and within 2 hours was receiving several inquiries. Now, for a girl who hasn't really gone online to join any sites this was pretty overwhelming for me. I was excited sure....but I had no idea how to proceed with the amount of inquries sounding like this: "I like your smile, let's chat" and "I want to get to know you better, let's do coffee..."
What I did next I cherish very much but also regret....stay tuned.
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