Three weeks into my online dating endeavor. Three dates. Two guys. Other tentative dates in the works. C and I plan to see a movie Tuesday night. D wants to go out again. The previous sentences were typed between giggles. While I have a tremendous amount to offer the right person….I’m not cool, popular, or desirable in the conventional sense if at all. I’m an awkward dork and feel so silly writing about this. As I write these it’s like I’m Kristen Stewart trapped in Carrie Bradshaw’s columns!
A delightful first occurred on the dating website: somebody corrected my profile. Because I didn’t proofread [oops] an auto correct error escaped me. There is a huge difference between ‘contraction’ and ‘contradiction.’ M was kind enough to bring this to my attention without coming across as a jackass. Diction snafu aside, he blew my mind [no easy feat] with the thoughtful, intelligent, and witty message he sent me. With a smile plastered across my face– and my brain kicked into high gear– I gave him my email address. Much like I do with my best friend, Chris, I find myself looking forward to hearing what he has to say. I don’t want to divulge anything about his personal life but suffice it to say I am both interested and inspired.
One potential gentleman caller messaged me to tell me he was about to give up on the dating website until he saw my profile and read this blog. Perhaps that’s a line from his playbook but for the purposes of this post I’ll take it at face value. If I meet some interesting, fun, and all around spectacular individuals from this endeavor [that has already happened and I’m positive it will continue to happen] then it’s all been worth it. I would certainly hope that if nothing else I take friends from this experience. Just because I may not be compatible with somebody doesn’t mean they won’t become one of my nearest and dearest.
Quite a few people on the dating website have mentioned this blog. My cynical, black heart melts when somebody tells me they are looking forward to my next post. It seems overall as though the quality of messages I’m receiving is improving. I’m sure I just jinxed myself with that statement….but I suppose that’s a risk I’ll have to take.
Let me take a moment to remind everyone that my magic number is 10/12/13. Other than being the day before my sixth wedding anniversary [ha ha ha] it has no significance. However, I won’t even consider being exclusive or venturing towards relationship territory until that date. I want time to ‘play the field’ and I’m not going to apologize for it. None of the guys I’ve actually gone on dates with have given me any grief about this but it’s worth repeating. Sean Penn, Kiefer Sutherland, or D-Loc could try and wife me right now and I’d decline.
Also remember that it takes an act of Congress for me to get out of the house. Between work and being a single mother of two– not to mention the fact that it is rare for me to vacate the premises before the kids are asleep– I don’t have much time to give. A large part of my availability depends on how easily you can come to my neck of the woods and how flexible you can be with your schedule. I’ve got to coordinate plans with multiple people before I can commit. And it requires advanced notice.
In other news, I had the privilege of seeing not one but two people from my past yesterday. First there was the exceedingly uncomfortable carpool experience with the former boyfriend of a year and a half. I’m glad he seems to be doing well but it was just….surreal. And awkward. Awkwardly surreal. Then there was that other guy. What do I even call him? Being near him feels comfortable and safe but it doesn’t bring me the giddiness it once did. Both of these encounters were excellent reminders that I am doing the right thing by branching out and finding fresh fish in the sea.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,