Matty suggested we meet at the Cheesecake Factory. Which is interesting because I had been craving the avocado eggrolls for about a week. From our phone conversation I knew he was an attorney, funny, a big Disneyland fan, and had his own online dating stories (the one about the little person is a classic). If nothing else, he seemed like someone with whom I could be friends. When I arrived he was seated at a high top table at the bar, drinking a Bud Light. I took this as a good sign, clearly he doesn't have a problem with less than great beer.
Over his beer, my red wine, and a plate of the avocado eggrolls (his suggestion, not mine) we talked about Disneyland, work, families, moving to California- he's a transplant too-, the horse races, and how his roommate met her boyfriend online. He also told me about his mother, complete with an imitation of her Indian accent, asking him "Matty, if you are gay. Just tell me. It's okay, I will still love you." because he is last unmarried sibling.
I can actually relate to this. Not because my mother is Indian, concerned about my sexuality, or trying to marry me off. I'm actually pretty sure she and my Dad high-fived after hearing that my former flame and I called it quits. But, rather because my grandmother seems concerned that when I decide to settle down there will no more men left on the planet to marry.
Here's how that conversation with my Grandmother went;
Mamaw: How's your love life?
Me: About the same as it always is. Lots of Mr. Right-Nows, no Mr. Right.
Mamaw: Well you know Crigger-Chan, when you decide to settle down they might all be gone?
Me confused: Where are they going?
If Matty told me once, he said it five times that he was "shocked no one had snatched me up." Which is very flattering, don't get me wrong. Matty also mentioned that his mother would love me if we ever met. He's not wrong, parents always like me. Ask my friends from high school. If they told their parents I was going it became immediately acceptable for them to go as well. He talked about his sister's recent wedding and the lecture his mother gave him about working out and dressing nicely so he could find a wife.
On a side note, he seemed pretty fit, I didn't make him do a fitness test or anything, and his clothing all matched, but maybe that was luck of the draw...
He wasn't asking me how many bridesmaids we should have or what flower arrangements we should get, but the more Matty and I talked, the more I could sense that we are in different places in our lives. He wants to meet someone, fall in love, and start a life with her. Yesterday.
I want those things too. After my year of 52 dates.
Over his beer, my red wine, and a plate of the avocado eggrolls (his suggestion, not mine) we talked about Disneyland, work, families, moving to California- he's a transplant too-, the horse races, and how his roommate met her boyfriend online. He also told me about his mother, complete with an imitation of her Indian accent, asking him "Matty, if you are gay. Just tell me. It's okay, I will still love you." because he is last unmarried sibling.
I can actually relate to this. Not because my mother is Indian, concerned about my sexuality, or trying to marry me off. I'm actually pretty sure she and my Dad high-fived after hearing that my former flame and I called it quits. But, rather because my grandmother seems concerned that when I decide to settle down there will no more men left on the planet to marry.
Here's how that conversation with my Grandmother went;
Mamaw: How's your love life?
Me: About the same as it always is. Lots of Mr. Right-Nows, no Mr. Right.
Mamaw: Well you know Crigger-Chan, when you decide to settle down they might all be gone?
Me confused: Where are they going?
If Matty told me once, he said it five times that he was "shocked no one had snatched me up." Which is very flattering, don't get me wrong. Matty also mentioned that his mother would love me if we ever met. He's not wrong, parents always like me. Ask my friends from high school. If they told their parents I was going it became immediately acceptable for them to go as well. He talked about his sister's recent wedding and the lecture his mother gave him about working out and dressing nicely so he could find a wife.
On a side note, he seemed pretty fit, I didn't make him do a fitness test or anything, and his clothing all matched, but maybe that was luck of the draw...
He wasn't asking me how many bridesmaids we should have or what flower arrangements we should get, but the more Matty and I talked, the more I could sense that we are in different places in our lives. He wants to meet someone, fall in love, and start a life with her. Yesterday.
I want those things too. After my year of 52 dates.
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