***Update 06/12/09: I was debating excluding this post because I’m actually very good friends now with one of the guys I mention below, ironically. I consider him a best friend to tell the truth. But I figure what are the odds he’ll actually read this and if he does hopefully he’ll think it’s funny to see how far we’ve come and what my initial thoughts of him were.***
So, for most of you who know me, you’ll know I haven’t had a serious relationship in some time. Well, let’s be truthful, I’ve had about five dates in the last three years and only one of which was a second date. For some reason I have a big sign above me that says “not dateable”…
Oh how the tides have changed my friends. (As I write this I’m telling myself this is the way to jinx it.)
I’ve gone from not being able to turn one head to turning four. All of whom I met online. Ah, the wonders of technology.
Let’s meet the eligible bachelors (in order of appearance):
First, there’s Adam. He’s a very sweet, 32 year old accountant that lives in Queens (for those who are playing along at home, I live in Queens – but it’s a big place), about 15-20 minutes by two trains. We’ve gone out twice and had a good time. But the honest truth is I’m just not attracted to him and let’s face it people, that matters. Plus he likes model trains and that’s a little too much like my jerky uncle.
Then there’s Hank. He’s a cute, successful financial advisor in Manhattan. Well, as successful as you can be in this recession and the recent market crash(es). He’s from the South and says he has the accent. I wouldn’t know because I’ve never met him. We text almost everyday, which is weird. I won’t go out with him cause he’s pervy and only wants one thing. Our daily text chat consist of “Hi, how are you?” “Good, you?” “Good, let’s fool around” “Um, no thanks” (and that’s cleaned up A LOT). I should tell him to leave me alone but the attention is kind of nice.
Then we have Jim. He’s a sweet, 36 year old law enforcement agent. I could on and on (and on) about the list of things that makes him HOT, but I won’t. The first time we ever interacted was a three hour IM session followed by a quick phone call. Then we’ve called/emailed/saw each other almost everyday for the past week. He’s ex-army and you can totally tell. And he’s not very “tell me about your day.” I wonder how important that is… He lives on Long Island so it’s a 40 minute, three-train trip, unless he picks me up then it’s a 30 minute, one-way drive.
And finally we get to Sean. I know nothing about him because we just started the communication process online which takes, like, a week. I can tell you he’s 36, in IT and lives in Queens as well.
Now, I’m trying very hard not to put all eggs in one basket, which is why I’m giving Sean a chance. But I find myself wanting to tell Adam, Sean, and Hank “No thanks!” and giving it my all with Jim. I am so not good at this dating thing. For the first nine years of my dating life I was basically a serial monogamist. I’m good at that stuff. I hate the game of waiting for someone to call because you don’t want to seem to pushy. I’m not pushy, just impatient.
I know you are all wondering when I’m going to blog about Manhattan. But let’s face it people, that’s like describing the entire History of the American Military in one book. The best I can offer is one battle at a time.
Now, to talk about the actual Hurricane. I read an article today that in the clean-up of the aftermath of Ike there is a tiger on the loose. That makes me laugh because you would never think “let’s get this town cleaned up, and not get eaten in the process.” Maybe he just wants to tell the volunteers they’re doing a grrrrreat job…