A friend of mine met a guy she thought was funny. And a catch. But not for her, for me. Hmmm..... She did the run down-he works (2 jobs), owns his own home, has a daughter in another state, and he's good looking but not her type. Perhaps he's mine? Though I'm not quite sure I have a type or that we've discussed what that may be. Nevertheless, I reluctantly agree to talk to him and at least meet him. Uh oh, what did I just do? That's right, commit to a blind date.
So Julian* and I spoke on the phone a couple of times before going out to dinner. These conversations were okay; though a couple of my pet peeves were irritated in the course of these talks. For example, if we have not actually met in person or only recently met, I am not your "sweetie", your "honey", or your "babe". No, really, I'm not. Besides, it makes me think you can't be bothered to remember my name. Pet peeve number two; making multiple references to your religion, spirituality, etc. I mean, what do I say? Such a possibly inflammatory and sensitive subject without the benefit of a face-to-face? Nuh uh.
Fast forward to date night. I arrive a few minutes early and wait inside. He shows a couple of minutes later. Daceia? Yes. Julian? Yes. True to my friend's description of him, he does seem like the pretty boy type-curly hair, diamond earrings, very put together. A thought immediately crosses my mind; is he gay? I quickly dismiss the thought and we talk. Actually, he talks. A lot. About his mother. For 15 minutes straight; he loves her, he talks to her daily, five or six times per day, they have a close relationship, previous girlfriends couldn't handle it... We have not yet been seated.
To be honest, it wasn't all bad. He told some funny stories about his online dating experiences, talked where he was from, how he came to live in California, and about his daughter. All good things really. I shared some similar information, a funny story or two, plans for the upcoming month. Then he told another story. One which really cemented in my mind that we would not be seeing each other again. He revealed how when he first moved here he did not have a job and so he sold Mary Kay door-to-door for a year! Yes, the make-up. Yes, where you can win the pink car. Yes, I laughed and laughed and ok, started to choke from laughing.
Summary: Having immediately touched on a couple of my pet peeves and the 'mother' conversation, I had some reservations. Now, I could not unmarry my earlier thought of him maybe being gay and the pinkity pinkest of pink Mary Kay sales out of my mind. As for him, my guess is he could not get my hysterical laughter out of his.
Verdict: No match. Maybe I'm not ready for dating-February 2009.
*Name has been changed to protect those who would claim to be innocent :)
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