Ha!
I live through months upon months of a real dry spell. Yes, I dated a really wrong man over Christmas. How much anger can one little short man keep inside over his ex-wife of 10 years? And his near senile and bed-ridden father? They make medication for that little man.
P.S. this was the first real date since the bad break-up with BB. The break-up where I caused lots of pain, and still today, nearly two years later, feel deep regret over. Not the breaking-up part, for that was the ever-so-right thing to do, but regret over causing such a kind man any kind of pain.
Then I met the nice man I went snow-shoeing with (we met in late January)...see an earlier post about our friendship, and how much easier it seemed after we took the "lover" part out of the spoken equation. That, of course, had to come after his near sprint get-away after our last "official" date.
Then nothing...pretty much nothing. So, I stepped back on to the bad nightmares called eHarmony and Match.com and put my smiling face back out there.
One silly lawyer who mentioned he was having trouble with the emails, yet sent me a real nasty-gram when I failed to show up at the time he stated (and I never received). I told him I didn't like being talked to like I was five years old, and to move along, thank you very much.
Then there were the ones that had different answers for their relationship status in the same profile, and when questioned, never responded, but switched both to "widowed." That can't be good. Right?
Or "another bullet dodged" as my friend Cookie likes to say.
I had just come to the decision that "being single was going to have to be OK." Truly - said those words to myself and let both memberships lapse.
Then, out of the blue, a client insisted I should meet this man she knew. This wonderful, creative man that I needed to know. OK...maybe this is what they mean about 'when you least expect it." Hours before that impromptu meeting, I had coffee with the last person I had contact with on eHarmony. The jury is out on that one...he basically said he had no idea why he was doing online dating because he wasn't all that excited about dating. Helloooo. McFly. Just because they put it on sale does not mean you need to buy it. He seemed nice, but why even go down the road if the man says he's not interested in dating. Better to take him at his word. Then the next day, back with my snow-shoeing, "non-lover" friend. All within the span of 24 hours. Hence my new name... "Speed Dater."
You know what? The best time was with the one I've known the longest, and perhaps some sparks flew. I'll never tell. Suffice to say -- that I liked him then and I like him now. Even if he kind of looks like my former husband (duly noted by the daughter). That last post I wrote about him ended with a non-ending. "I could like him, but...." I now know that the statement after "but" was "I'm not sure he likes me." Oh well. I'm hopefully seeing him again next week. I guess time will tell, and I'm working hard to keep my expectations exceedingly low. He lives in the next state so nothing about it will be too easy. My friend Joe used to say, "Expect nothing, and be pleasantly surprised when something good happens." I'd like something good to happen on the relationship front. I'm ready. Yes, Internet, I am ready.
A fabulous line from one of my all-time-favorite movies, When Harry Met Sally. My pal, SP, called to tell me it was on. He knows me...he knows I relate to this flick. BUT the really big question of the Oxygen Friday-night-film-fest: does Harry really exist? Is he just an "idea"? Or simply just a figment of my all-too-single imagination? And, in the end, would I miss him or just the idea of him?