Mr. Track Suit

So after posting under the 'platonic' section of Craigslist, searching for an intermediate-advanced dancer, I get 2 responses. One says he likes what I had to say and would like to get to know me -- clearly, CLEARLY he did not read my specific 2-line ad under the PLATONIC section, so decided not to send an email back.

The other decides to describe himself, then says life is too short. Okay, I'll bite. I ask him where does he go dancing? He mentioned a couple places I'm familiar with, although he doesn't dance tango. Hmm... that's a problem, since that's what I was hoping to find, but I digress. I figure he sounds nice enough, so he suggested meeting. Instead of waiting until later in the week, I suggest we meet that night. The sooner, the better in my book! Hey, don't let too much time pass building up expectations, right?

We decide to meet at a bookstore with a Starbucks. He was running late but called, and mentions that he's dressed casually, so for me not to get so dressed up. In 50 degree weather?! Of course not silly! Jeans and a turtleneck! Minimal makeup! Some would argue with me that that's not a good first impression, but it's not like I was schlepping!

He's late... by a half hour, but I wait since he called. When he arrives, he walks up to me wearing a track suit. A maroon one. Our plans were to meet up for drinks, not go to the gym.

As we get tea, sit and start to talk, it's becoming obviously one-sided. He talks, and talks, and it's mainly self-promotion. Sigh. This is not a two way conversation and I politely start zoning out. Has he noticed? Not sure, but he keeps calling me 'sweetie' and he's told me about 10 times that he thinks I'm gorgeous and if we hit it off, we should go for it because life's too short. Go for what?

The other thing that was working my nerve was his prediction of the future... that he has to take me snowboarding and skiing. Guys, really, no need to plan the next year if you're not sure you'll survive the first 10 minutes.

Luckily he had to rush off and attend to something else... most likely go for a run.

Lesson learned? Craigslist is great if you want to sell your sofa, but the people perusing the social posts? At least attempt to read them!

Introductions

To introduce myself in plain terms... I'm a 32 year old single woman, never married, no kids and under no prescription drugs, who finds the word date the most challenging verb in the dictionary.

I try to keep an open mind, so as a result I've dated the following types of men: younger, older, my peers, divorced and with kids (not necessarily in that order), men that live on their own and those that are still with family, American, Mexican, Italian, et cetera. Even Jordanian!

Why am I unsuccessful? Not sure, but I have a few ideas... I'm not ugly nor am I Miss America. Nosy? Not at all. Inquisitive? You better believe it. Funny? I have my moments! Stubborn as hell. Can be aggressive, but that's underneath the shy and quiet exterior. Countless compliments referring that I'm a lady, classy and smart, which I'm gratefully thankful for.

Since my imagination is within the lower 50th percentile of the average person, the intention of this blog is to describe dates I've been on -- because I can't make this stuff up!