Lucky Number 1

I've always been a crazy mass emailer (ask all of my friends . . . sometimes multiple emails in one day!); I guess I just like sharing my experiences and stories with people and I can't keep things bottled up inside!

Recently I joined an online dating site after a frustrating summer of trying to meet people through various activities (community sports, etc.). One of the very first guys I talked to was so much fun! His pictures were great, he was funny and witty and I really thought that I would be that lucky girl to fall for and be completely compatible with the first guy I met on this site. He seemed like just the kind of guy I go for . . . super cute, a little arrogant/borderline cocky, intelligent, confident and extremely outgoing yet laid back.

Unfortunately, his job took him out of town for awhile so we were unable to meet in person as soon as I would have liked. We exchanged multiple emails, talked on the phone and texted back and forth. I felt extremely comfortable with him and we talked about pretty intimate topics . . . and then the time came to finally meet him in person . . . I was so nervous!

And then I pulled up next to him in the car and for a split second actually contemplated pulling a "girlfriend" emergency and driving off as fast as possible. But then I thought to myself, don't be that girl, get out, meet the guy and maybe he really is all of the above.

Now I don't know about most girls, but I have long denied that my gut feelings really do tell me the truth and lately, I've decided (as of this experience) that I need to start trusting them more. My gut was telling me to run and yet I didn't . . .

He was about 50 pounds heaver than his pictures, walked like a duck, did some crazy flappy hand thing that was irritating, kept pulling at his shirt as if trying to make it bigger (or maybe pull it away from his body so I couldn't tell that he really did need a man-bra), and was just generally not at ALL what I was expecting . . . here is the email that I sent out to my friends after I got back from the date:

To: Girlfriends
Subject: The Recap

One phrase . . . “ughhhhhh . . . what a disappointment!”

My advice . . . . don’t ever go by pictures a professional photographer has taken in terms of how someone looks! It was AWFUL! And part of it was that I had built this guy up a little and imagined him to be great and we did have fun talking on the phone but I can really talk to anyone on the phone or anyone at all really.

SO we went bowling and then had dinner. He’s a nice guy; he really likes me. He kept talking about things we were going to do in the future and I kept being like, oh really, yeah, sounds like fun . . . NOT!

And this might sound INCREDIBLY superficial so feel free to skip but he was way bigger in person than his pictures showed (now I know why he was always making that sucked in cheek face in his pictures), and he walked funny (kind of like a duck) . . . generally just kind of awkward. He had some weird hand movements too. I don’t know. I know that’s picky but it just all contributed to the “I never want to see him naked” feeling. And I do plan on having kids some day with the guy I end up with so that might be a necessity. I knew the instant I saw him that I wasn’t attracted to him. And we just are in such separate leagues (looks, intelligence, etc.).

Oh well .. . live and learn. On to the next guy . . . I have a few in the queue who might sound a little more exciting now that I am SO over this one!

Anyway . . . he’s definitely not getting a second date. I just couldn’t bear it again.

More on this to follow . . . stay tuned . . .