A tall, handsome, appropriate aged, working guy from OkCupid wanted to meet up for some coffee or tea at Starbucks. We'd been emailing and talking for a full week and neither of us really wanted to take too long trying to figure out if we were compatible.
I had somewhere to be and only had an hour to spare. He didn't want to wait another week to meet me in person. One hour was sufficient anyway to measure one another up.
One hour to see if we even slightly resembled our photos. One hour to see if there was any chemistry. One hour to see if we could carry on a conversation.
He was better looking in person. That was a very pleasant surprise.
We talked about our families.
He's the youngest of his siblings, I'm the eldest.
We talked about what our worst thoughts were about meeting.
He thought I might be mean, I thought he might be a freak.
We talked about our travels.
He, being ex-military, had some interesting stories, me simply being a gypsy spirit had some things to add.
We talked about our hobbies.
He does landscaping, I enjoy writing.
He made me laugh when he got up to use the bathroom and called me while waiting on line. The lady ahead of him was taking awhile so, he thought he'd find out how my date was going.
When I had to leave he asked to walk with me.
Our one hour meeting turned into a five hour date. The next few hours included listening to a book reading, meeting several of my friends, walking through Chinatown and dinner.
He behaved like a perfect gentleman, something I haven't had much experience with in the past few years. He held open doors for me, walked behind me on narrow sidewalks, poured my water, paid for dinner, helped me put on my sweater and even walked me to the train doors to say goodnight.
A man who gives up a seat on the subway to give a woman a hug and kiss goodnight is unheard of.
The evening ended with my call, like he asked, when I got home.
His last words to me were, "We'll talk tomorrow."
Two days later... I get an email.
"Had a nice time. Thank you. See, not a freak."
On his profile, new photos of himself.
Five days later... no new contact.
Apparently, he wasn't a freak.
Just an Ass!
About Me
- Lady Sage
- Harlem, New York, United States
- At a very young age I knew I wanted to do anything that involved getting my "opinion" on life out there. I would tell true stories and made up stories. I would sing and dance. I would conduct interviews and draw pictures. I just needed an outlet. My plans were to become a talk show host, until one day my mother pointed out that it would mean I'd have to do a lot of listening too. I realized talk show host wasn’t really going to work since what I really wanted was to talk and have people listen. In time I had to admit that I had much more to say than most people had time to listen to. So, I started to keep a journal. My journals helped me to formulate my thoughts and emotions but I still had no audience. Hopefully this blog will give me that audience. Blessed Be
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