My very first Meet-up occurred about five months ago just a few weeks after C and I broke up. Everyone had been telling me I needed to get out there and meet people but I knew I was still in love with C and going and having a drink with some stranger was going to make things complex. But, I met up with "Hemmed Jeans" and tried to make the best of this first encounter.
Hemmed Jeans and I had talked a few times online and exchanged phone numbers after I did my research on him. I found out that he had been divorced and had two children. He worked in the medical field and knew some folks that I worked with so I was confident that what I found online on him and what he was telling me was the truth. I wasn't going to be Catfished on this one. His stat's were that he was 5'10, nice smile, blue eyes and sense of humor. Boom! Check. Check. Check. He fit the criteria. In his pictures, he was handsome. Not gorgeous by any means, but then again I was meeting a 42 year old single dad. I'm realistic.
On my way to the Meet-up, I was talking to my Mom and giving her the information of where I would be and who I would be with. I am anal when it comes to this online dating thing and I make sure that I have the persons first and last name and that they check out for who they say they are. I either use the public records search online, Spokeo, google, linkedIN or any other various websites that let you view people and their information. As I pulled into the parking lot of the restuarant I was still talking to my Mom when I saw the car door open on the vehicle he described as his. But I didn't see anyone. Was he opening the door but still sitting in the car? I cut the conversation short with my Mom and proceeded to the vehicle. Still no sign of anyone but an open door and no one in the drivers seat. What the hell? Is this fucker a ghost? Well then the car door closed and there he was in all his 5'5 in glory. Split second thoughts raced through my head as to how I could get out of this. I was taller than him in my heels and he wasn't tall enough to see over the door of his SUV. This is disaster waiting to happen.
I shook his hand but wanted to rush back to my car and take off. I was praying for my Marble's to call me with some kind of nonemergency so I could make it an emergency and bust out. But, I was stuck. After all the dude took time out of his night to meet me. My mentor at work always says that everyone deserves the same respect no matter who they are, so I proceeded into the establishment with this guy.
Being the jeans snob that I am, I couldn't help but take note of his jeans. They were a nice dark wash, maybe from Kohls' or JCPenney. No crazy rhinestones on the pockets but when I got to the bottom, they were hemmed like the way your mom would hem your pants when you were in grade school. That fold under, use hem tape and iron. There was no seam or threading around the bottom. I'm a bitch for noticing, but he's a bitch for being so fucking short.
I couldn't get seated at a table fast enough. I didn't want to be seen with this guy. I wanted to leave. The "spark" wasn't there. I ordered an Angry Orchard. He ordered an appetizer and a beer and now I had to talk to this guy while we waited for food. Thankfully, I am social. I can talk to people. For an hour and a half I made small talk with this guy until my usual way to excuse myself flowed from my mouth, "My kids are blowing up my phone. I have to leave."
There was a quick hug good-bye. We exchanged "nice to meet you"'s and off I went. No second date. No second text.
NEXT........
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