So, as I alluded to in my last post, I actually had a date last night.
I know – amazing! Will wonders never cease??
Let me back up. I know I’ve talked about having done and been disappointed in the online dating world — people generally just don’t turn out to be who they say they are — and so I mostly gave up on it. However, I still get the emails a couple of times a week, proclaiming that my perfect match IS LISTED RIGHT THERE! HURRY!
And last week, the profile photo of the first girl listed caught my eye, for whatever reason. With a hefty amount of skepticism, I clicked through. And what did I find? A profile that was apparently written by my stunt double. I mean, if I didn’t know better, I would have thought she was trying to assume my identity!
I think I’m a bit of an anomaly out in the dating world; I don’t really like going out much. I run and do triathlons. One of my favorite activities? Going to bed early so I can get up early and be active. And this girl? Well, it was like reading about myself.
When I got to her answer for “What do you typically do on a Friday night?” I knew I had a girl crush… her answer? “Not much because I’m getting up early on Saturday to run.” I mean, really — could she be more perfect?
So, I made contact — just a short email complimenting her on her recent Half Ironman race finish. Didn’t want to overwhelm her with an epic novel the first time she heard from me, and plus — why spend time and energy on an email that will likely not be responded to? That was my thinking.
To my surprise, about 5 days later I had a return email from her sitting in my inbox! I was psyched. And then? A little email exchange happened over the next few days and it was all good. No apparent psychotic tendencies. No requests for a threesome or her telling me she was married and just looking for something on the side because she was curious. She seemed quite normal, in fact! And like me in so many ways that it was almost a little eerie. Queue the Twilight Zone music, please.
We emailed about racing and our dogs and work and it wasn’t long before we were setting up a time to do a meet and greet. Because no matter how well things go with correspondence, nothing takes the place of a face-to-face meeting to find out if there’s chemistry and if the person is who they say they are. I mean, for all I knew, she could have been a 60 year old dude. Or a talking dog. Well, a typing dog.
The meeting was set for a local brew pub. I got there early (it’s a disease! I can’t help it!) and was waiting at the bar, having a beer to both calm my nerves and talk myself down from the high expectations I’d built up. She walked through the door, smiled at me and … wow. First – she looked exactly like her profile picture (and that almost NEVER happens!). Second – killer smile.
After the “wow” moment, we got a table and sat down and chatted for almost two hours. Nothing earth-shaking, nothing too serious. We have so many hobbies in common that it was easy to keep the conversation light without working too hard.
And I have to admit, by the end of the evening, I was definitely “in like” with her, but no longer overwhelmed and thinking about when we could move in together. The difference between this and every other date I’ve had, though, is that I genuinely want to see her again. I enjoyed her company and want to get to know her better. If nothing else, she seems like a totally cool chick that I could see myself hanging out with at races and getting together with to ride bikes once the weather becomes a little less Chicago-wintery.
When we parted ways, things got a little weird and awkward … I’m still trying to figure this out. Ending a date with a chick is like unknown territory for me. My date seemed either nervous or not interested — I wasn’t sure which one. I was just nervous. So, from about 5 feet away from each other, we said our goodbyes. I told her I had a great time, would like to do it again and if she thought so too, she should let me know.
I spent the ride home analyzing the date, trying to figure out what she was thinking about me, coming to no conclusions (I told you – I’m not good at this!). But an email was waiting for me when I got home… nothing too much more than saying she had a good time and thanking me for dinner, but I think it’s a good sign.
So… maybe? Just perhaps? The start of something?