ILAC

When I was in the first grade, each classroom had a time to meet with the school counselor.  We spent time talking about feelings, how to treat people, and what to do in various situation.  During these sessions the counselor would bring out this stuffed animal, a dolphin, called Duso.  Before Duso would emerge, we'd have to sing, "Hey Duso, come on out....  something something something I can't remember now".  During one of these sessions, Duso and the counselor, explained to us how everyone has an "ILAC" card.  A what? Yes, an ILAC card (I Am Lovable and Capable) inside of them that can be showered with love, kindness, meaness, etc.  For example, if someone hurts your feelings, they rip your card.  Pretty basic stuff there, afterall, it was a program for elementary school kids.

This leads me to today. Yes, this very day.  I titled this ILAC but I could have also called it Match #4.  So, I connected on match with this guy, Deon, who initiated communication to me via email.  His profile was cool, pictures nice, so we exchanged numbers, sent a few texts.  Today we decided to just meet briefly to see if there was any chemistry or in-person interest.  Turns out, there was.  He was good looking, funny, employed (2 jobs even), and complimentary.  After the meet, he sent a text saying that it was good to meet me and he thought that I was pretty and he'd call me when he gets off work at 9pm.  All good things.  About an hour later, he asks (via text) how many children I have and I tell him.  His response to my answer, "Whoa!!! Ok. Um, how old are you again?"  I'm irritated.  I refer him back to my match profile and let him know that I'm not hiding anything...   He sends me a text back, "Lol."  That was the last communication. 

Summary:  I hate to admit it, but his reaction "ripped" my ILAC card and hurt my little feelings.  Why? Mainly because it was unexpected-all this information IS on my profile so when you contact me, you know what's up.  As for my ILAC card; nothing a little tape won't fix.

Verdict:  No match.  This is grown woman territory; step up or as "Martin" used to say, "Get to steppin'!".  Also, I like a man who can read and does not randomly use "lol"....