My semi-retirement from dating is about to end. I'm giving in. After all, I have plans. I have 'things' I want to do in this little life of mine and sharing it with someone would be a hell of a lot more fun. The current plan of sitting on the sidelines and just being single has been fun, but it's probably not feasible for the long term. I've come to realize Mr. Forever is probably not just going to knock on my door (although there was a really cute UPS guy that delivered a package the other day. And he did linger a little longer than they usually do making small talk, so maybe it could happen). And while I'm not looking for an instant relationship, I'm definitely ready to start having fun with the dating world again.
Even my Mom is pushing. Last weekend while at the lake I went and met from friends at a restaurant/bar one afternoon. Since everyone else was bringing their kids, I opted to take my little monkey. I figured she'd had fun playing in the sand and splashing in the water. When I got back, my Mom asked if I had met anyone 'interesting'. I hate to break it to her, but having a 2 year old on my hip does not exactly make men flock.
So that brings me back to the date. I'm meeting this guy for drinks and dinner Saturday night. I have actually met him very briefly before so technically it's not a blind date (and technically I'm not breaking the "no blind dates that involve a weekend night and/or dinner" rule). He is a friend of an acquaintance I saw out a few weeks ago. I was out with girlfriends and was walking out the door when I saw said acquaintance. The tall guy with him definitely caught my eye. We talked for a few minutes then I left (again, didn't break the giving my phone number to random guys in a bar rule either). A few days later I got an email from him (resourceful little guy!). We've had some great conversations over the past few weeks and are both finally in town and can get together (he's in the process of moving here from Florida). So that brings me to a HUGE problem. I vaguely remember what he looks like and not sure I could pick him out of a crowd. I do know he was really tall (that's a definitely a good start), had blond hair, somewhat tan, average body...yeah, this describes about 1/3 of the men out there). This presents a little problem with said date. I could let him pick me up that would a breaking a huge 'rule' of mine. I don't want him to know where I live until I get to know him better so that option is out. I did attempt to find him on Facebook and was successful. You'd think I would be able to find a picture there, but no. His profile pic is a group shot and you can't really make anything out from the small thumbnail pic. I could always 'friend' him on Facebook so I could get a closer look at the pictures, but again, that would be breaking yet another 'rule'. Being a friend on Facebook would mean he'd have access to amongst other things, this blog. I don't need a potential date reading this... and do you really think they would enjoy me making fun of them for wearing a mock turtleneck? I have already blurred that line somewhat but don't think it's neccesary with him. So I guess the only other option is to get there early and let him find me (or I could request he hold up a wipe board with his name on it like they do in the airport...but I don't think that would go over to well).
So we'll see how this goes. The expectations are low (that doesn't mean the standards have been lowered). All in all, he seems like a nice guy. He intrigues me. He's a 6'4 white guy that Latin dances (apparently pretty well too) and he plays golf. This could be interesting.
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