The prep work done, chatting online, or on the phone is also taking a big part of my life. I feel I have started a new job and everyday is job orientation. I have learned so much on what I want and what is unacceptable. The perks have been free meals and sometimes some interesting conversation.
Last week was a busy week, I have been talking everyday to my cracker jack prize date. I actually get butterflies when I see his number on my caller ID. My fear is that if I don't continue to test these dating waters some more, if things don't work out I will have to start this process all over again. In the mean time, Last week I had 4 dates.
Date number one was coffee with "the farmer". I met him on the paid site and after numerous guided communications we finally got to the regular email conversation and he gave me his number. He lives on a working farm and raises everything from chickens to cows. We agreed to meet for coffee and I truly had no idea what to expect.
He entered the Starbucks and I immediately recognized him. He had on a John Deer cap and a plaid shirt. We greeted each other and I thought I smelled something funny, but attributed it to all the people that were around us. We ordered coffee, and that odor still lingered in the air. I finally said, do you smell something? He said no, and we continued to talk. At one point the coffee shop filled with people got a little loud. I leaned in so I could hear him say something and the smell hit me in the face. The odor I was smelling was him. It was a mixture of body odor and farm smells. I tried not to show my disgust on my face, but this was really no bueno!!! He began to tell me about how he never used deodorant or cologne. He felt a person's natural scent spoke for them. He natual scent told me he needed to rethink his hygiene habits. On a hot day, if you have worked with farm animals it came accross as such an unpleasent odor.
I made one of my excuses, promise to call and I left. Mental note, make sure that the man you date has same hygiene standards as you have.
That evening I had a dinner date with my cracker jack prize fellow. Again it was like visiting with an old friend and time flew by. We made plans to see each other again, and when we parted, I actually missed him.
The next day I had a lunch date with "retired military vato man". He was from the
Domincan Republic so we had the fact that we were both from the Carribean in common.
We met at a local hamburger place. He was wearing clothing I like to decribe as old school. If you have seen the movie with Benjamin Bratt where he lives in San Francisco and has a estranged relationship with his son, he was just like that. The dark sunglasses, and "vato" attired.
He was handsome and I kept thinking he would be cuter if he did not have a goatee. Even though he was from DR he had been raised in Los Angeles so he was more old school than I originally thought. We had a nice time. I thought I could be friends with this man. Then he told me how he had a messy divorce, and really hated being single.
He thought I was pretty and would make a great wife... WHOA...we just met and he was suggesting this. It was amusing on how he felt we had instant chemistry, and how he wanted me to meet his children and brother. He kept flatterring with compliments and asked if I believed in love at first site. I told him that I felt that was a myth, that true love had to be nutured and any relationship had to be entered into slowly. His face looked so disappointed. I assured him I would like to continue our friendship. That made him happy. The next day he emailed me all of his numbers, even his work number just in case I needed to get in contact. I had another date to get ready for, so I saved the info and thought about what I was going to wear the next day.
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