A few weeks ago I had four Match.com dates. I scheduled them back to back: Thursday through Sunday.
I had been postponing them for awhile because, well, I am a pansy.
I am shy, I don't make a very good first impression, and the #1 reason is that my free time is precious and the thought of wasting an evening with a douche makes me sigh.
But, what's the point of Match if you don't take it to the next level?? You can only play the witty banter game so long before you have to meet face to face to see what each other REALLY looks like and see if there is a "spark". After all, you can be anyone you want to be via words.
I got lucky in the looks department, everyone basically resembled their photos quite well. No elderly men surprises.
I had each of the guys meet me at the same bar, four nights in a row. Because clearly appearing at the same bar 4 nights in a row with 4 different guys is the height of fine dating.
Win.
But it's a place close to my house, roof top, and good drinks. So why not. The waitress and I bonded too, so now maybe I will get free drinks when I bring in my real friends.
Win again.
Anyways- here is the recap::
Thursday: This guy was by far the winner in the group. Not only did he look like his pictures, but he was HOT. Sweet! Good conversation, great outlook on life, he laughed at my jokes (bonus points), etc. Not much to say about this one as he had no glaring creep alerts to him- he and I will be going out again for sure. We have chatted a few times and once we can get our schedules aligned- its on like a fat kid on a doughnut. Or me on a doughnut, I do love me a doughnut.
Friday: This guy was nice. Which is a nice way of saying I wasn't interested. He was 30 minutes late. I am not a patient gal, so that just plain sucked. Luckily I had my wine to keep me company. All in all he was just underwhelming. I had a girlfriend coming to meet me out later and she ended up meeting us there and I think he got the hint. Nice guy, but just didn't float my boat. Oh! And he said he was 6 feet tall. Not true. Why do guys round up a few inches. It's pretty obvious when I myself am approaching 6 feet tall when you stand next to me and you are shorter. Not that I am on the hunt for the jolly green giant, but let's call em like we see em guys.
Saturday: This guy drove quite a ways to see me, not as far as the guy from Sunday, but far enough. I commute a shit load during the week and the thought of driving even further to go on a date or see my boyfriend makes me cringe. I am very upfront about this too when I am contacted by guys from a distance away- they will have to do the driving. Anyways, he was cool. He recently was ditched by his fiancee of 4 years about 2 months before their wedding. Wounded soldier is an understatement. Next.
Sunday: This guy had to drive over an hour to get to my part of the woods. He was super excited, which was fun. But he kept talking about "when we get married" and that he told his brother he thinks he may have met the one. Red Flag. I mean, its nice and flattering, but ummm. Ya. Red Flag.
So that's my Match dating thus far. From the horror stories I have heard from other people I feel I got off easy. Perhaps I have just jinxed myself now. Heading out on a few more in the coming weeks, so stay tuned...
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