Break-ups lead to many things. New haircuts. Shopping sprees to purchase what I like to think of as my CaliforniaCool wardrobe. Self-help books (if you are my friend Kelly). A renewed interest in running because I can now go to yoga and for a run without feeling guilty for not hanging out with my boyfriend. Funny cards from friends. Free time. More left-overs-- thanks to cooking for one!
And the inevitable dipping of the toe into the dating pool.
Now, I must confess, I love the idea of dating. It doesn't strike me with a paralyzing fear as it does some. I'll also confess that even before my boyfriend became my ex-boyfriend I kind of wanted to be dating. That might have been a clue that the relationship was on its last legs... I would meet a nice guy and find myself wondering what it would be like to let him buy me a drink. Now I no longer have to wonder, I can swim around in the dating pool doing back flips until my heart is content.
There is one small snag, however. Meeting people is hard. And it is even harder when you're new in town and the only people you actually know are people from work. And meeting potential dinner dates through those friends is unlikely due the age gap. Now, I adore the guys I work with. If I want a beer on Friday they are on speed dial. If I need help putting up a shelf they are all over it. If I can't figure out how to change my car headlight, its done before the sentence is even out of my mouth. But Cupid they are not.
So what's a single, new-in-town lassy to do? The obvious answer is Match.com. And if this isn't what you immediately thought you clearly haven't seen enough of their beautiful people on fun, not awkward, first dates advertising.
I wrote up my profile, added some accurate, but on the super-hot side of accurate, photos, picked out a few things I would like in a partner and off the diving board I jumped figuring I am a pretty, funny, smart girl. I should be able to find the same thing in a dude, right?
That remains to be seen.
Anyway, I am winking my way through my daily matches and sending flirty emails back and forth with a few guys. Several of them have asked for my number, which I have passed along (but only after some heavy duty screening). And then they started calling. We should probably should have just stuck with the written word. It worked for George Bernard Shaw and Mrs. Patrick Campbell. They wrote letters and remained friends. Maybe had they heard each others voice, their friendship would have ended. And let me just say, if I met these two guys while blindfolded in a bar, they would not have had me at "Hello".
Sonny* reminded me of a friend from grad school, who I love dearly, but have no desire to date. He was like a myna bird repeating everything and then grilling me about my parents, favorite sports, and siblings. Ease up buddy, we are talking on the phone, this not at a job interview. And Omar, who was really nice and the conversation flowed naturally sounded more like an 8 year old, than the 34 years his profile claims.
However, despite child-like voices and grilling conversation I did agree to go on a date. I'll be certain to let you know how it goes. I am doubting the sparks are going to fly, but a girl's gotta eat right? Stay tuned for the next episode...
*Names have been changed to protect the guilty, innocent, awkward and annoying.
And the inevitable dipping of the toe into the dating pool.
Now, I must confess, I love the idea of dating. It doesn't strike me with a paralyzing fear as it does some. I'll also confess that even before my boyfriend became my ex-boyfriend I kind of wanted to be dating. That might have been a clue that the relationship was on its last legs... I would meet a nice guy and find myself wondering what it would be like to let him buy me a drink. Now I no longer have to wonder, I can swim around in the dating pool doing back flips until my heart is content.
There is one small snag, however. Meeting people is hard. And it is even harder when you're new in town and the only people you actually know are people from work. And meeting potential dinner dates through those friends is unlikely due the age gap. Now, I adore the guys I work with. If I want a beer on Friday they are on speed dial. If I need help putting up a shelf they are all over it. If I can't figure out how to change my car headlight, its done before the sentence is even out of my mouth. But Cupid they are not.
So what's a single, new-in-town lassy to do? The obvious answer is Match.com. And if this isn't what you immediately thought you clearly haven't seen enough of their beautiful people on fun, not awkward, first dates advertising.
I wrote up my profile, added some accurate, but on the super-hot side of accurate, photos, picked out a few things I would like in a partner and off the diving board I jumped figuring I am a pretty, funny, smart girl. I should be able to find the same thing in a dude, right?
That remains to be seen.
Anyway, I am winking my way through my daily matches and sending flirty emails back and forth with a few guys. Several of them have asked for my number, which I have passed along (but only after some heavy duty screening). And then they started calling. We should probably should have just stuck with the written word. It worked for George Bernard Shaw and Mrs. Patrick Campbell. They wrote letters and remained friends. Maybe had they heard each others voice, their friendship would have ended. And let me just say, if I met these two guys while blindfolded in a bar, they would not have had me at "Hello".
Sonny* reminded me of a friend from grad school, who I love dearly, but have no desire to date. He was like a myna bird repeating everything and then grilling me about my parents, favorite sports, and siblings. Ease up buddy, we are talking on the phone, this not at a job interview. And Omar, who was really nice and the conversation flowed naturally sounded more like an 8 year old, than the 34 years his profile claims.
However, despite child-like voices and grilling conversation I did agree to go on a date. I'll be certain to let you know how it goes. I am doubting the sparks are going to fly, but a girl's gotta eat right? Stay tuned for the next episode...
*Names have been changed to protect the guilty, innocent, awkward and annoying.
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ReplyDeleteBlind Date is probably my favorite show ever, and if this blog continues down the road it's on I might have to get an RSS feed.
Good luck!