"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 His place had mismatched furniture, absolutely outdated electronics---I'm pretty sure he got his tv from Vincent Price's yard sale.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
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