E: Catching My Breath

I had 4 (count 'em, one two three FOUR) dates in February! And it's the shortest month of the year. In fact, I had 3 dates in 5 days. This is insanity. I can't keep up. And mind you, my dates aren't usually short. One lasted for 6 hours. I must fill you in...

You already know about Mr. February, so let me start with Fellow #2. This is one of the men I met at a networking event, the ravishingly good looking one, I might add. This had to be one of the most bizarre, confusing dates to prepare for. You see, at the networking event Fellow #2 made it clear that he has a steady girlfriend. Although I felt intense attraction to him at the event, the flirting stopped once I heard that. So imagine my surprise when I received an email from him a week and a half later asking if I would be open to "catching up" sometime. What the heck does that mean? Does it mean catch up on business (even though our businesses don't have anything to offer each other), or does it mean just hang out, or, better yet, does it mean what I prefer it to mean: I broke up with my girlfriend and I am interested in you. My reply was, "Sure, here's my phone number, call or text me sometime." To which he replied, "Great, let's get on each other's calendars - what works for you?" What do you mean, what works for me? Are you thinking a platonic lunch, some drinks after work, perhaps a Saturday night date?? I was even more perplexed on how to answer that one, and had to call a few girlfriends (even Jane!) for advice. Jane, in her quick-witted dating frame of mind, said I should ask if he prefers business or casual Elle. Great idea! Cute, playful, and begs to be told how to define this date. I replied, "How about drinks on Wednesday night?" He said he was thinking more along the lines of lunch (darn, does that just mean friend?) but could make Wednesday night work too. Still confused, I opted for the Wednesday night and just met him out for drinks. He was just as I remembered him to be - devastatingly handsome - but within the first 5 minutes of conversation had referred to his girlfriend. (present tense). Wow - so this really WAS just a get together to "catch up." I didn't really expect that. Who does that?? And I wonder if his girlfriend knew? Anyway, once the oddness was aside, we sat and chatted for almost 3 hours over a couple drinks until the bar closed. He paid for my drinks, said we need to do this again sometime, and walked me out to my car. It was the weirdest "un-date" that I have ever had. The next morning he texted to tell me what a good time he had and that we will need to do it again soon. And he friend requested me on Facebook. I guess that's appropriate, since we are friends who like to catch up. HA

Moving on to Fellow #3, who was my first official Match.com date! I had reservations about this one from the get-go, but part of this challenge is to date outside of the realm of your "ideal", so I went ahead and accepted when Mr. Beer Distributor asked me out. My preference is white collar, but how has that worked for me? I was all about giving him a shot.

My first red flag was that the guy only likes to communicate via text. In fact, I didn't speak with him on the phone until the night before our date. I was beginning to wonder if he had some kind of speech impediment or something, because of the lack of phone convo. Anywho, I agreed to meet him at a local restaurant. He looked a lot like his pics, but seemed short. FYI - when a guy puts on his profile that he is 5'10", that really means 5'9", with shoes on. So in reality I towered over him with my 5'7" frame in my sexy 3 1/2" boots. We sat down to dinner and got ready to order a drink and get this, he ordered a pina colada! Now I understand that he delivers kegs all day and must be sick of beer, but puleeze order a manly drink on a first date! If it would have come with an umbrella I think I would have bolted.

But I forged on through the date. Already I could tell from the conversation this was going to be a long night. The convo was mediocre at best, and I just lost interest and basically stopped talking for the last 30 minutes. I was busy listening to him blab about anything and everything...even the fact that he hates doctors offices and one time had to have a cyst on his back drained and you should have smelled the awful smell - must have been rotten flesh... Ok, so I'm sitting there eating chicken listening to this guy talk about the rotten flesh smell coming out of a cyst on his back. Can it get anymore brutal?

Finally the check came, and the date was over. But the nightmare wasn't. He texted me the next morning, "So, how was your first Match date?" Bearing in mind that there are psychos and serial killers out there, I chose to be extremely nice, classy and professional. "I had a fun time. Thank you for dinner." To which I received an immediate response, "So, how about a second date. (insert wink characters here)." OK, I don't have the same qualms about rejecting a guy as Jane does. I dont' mess around, but I do it in a kind way. My reply was "I think you are a really nice guy, but I just didn't feel a spark. Good luck with your search - I think you are a nice person." To which the reply was, "Should have gone to Starbucks then. Word of advice, say that at dinner then pay your half of the bill. I'm really not interested in hearing what a nice person I am." WTF?? Can you get anymore juvenile? Apparently so.... My reply was, "I believe you were the one who mentioned dinner. And I take back everything I said about you being nice." To which the response was "Kiss my ass." Hmmm. You've just given me great blogging material, jackass.

Needless to say, my first Match.com date was less than desirable. But my second one was... Enter Fellow #4, one with whom I had been playfully bantering with by email for about a week. I of course had to fill him in on my woeful first date, to which he was mortified that anyone would text me such rudeness. He asked me out for the next evening, which was February 28th. I hesitated for a moment - could I put him off until March? Then I decided that was silly. It was Sunday night, I was free and he was free and it made sense to go out no matter what the calendar said.

Ours was the 6 hour date, on which I found myself laughing frequently. He is just such a funny guy, and quite intelligent, too. He has a southern accent (love that) and even brought treats for my dog. He's someone I definitely want to hang out with again. And I need to determine if there is a romantic connection there. He did not kiss me, and I am not sure. But I'm hoping to find out someday soon...although another date with Fellow #4 will not help in my quest to find Mr. March. I think Mr. March is in my Match.com email box somewhere. Better dust him off and set some plans. :)