Boy bandit.
So over the weekend I initiated my personal mission: 30 Days of Dating. And boy did it start off with a running start. My cupid on contract, otherwise known as the Match(.com), is not disappointing.
First up was Friday night with a recycled bachelor. In my previous blog he was known as the Quarterback…for his college football days. This fella has been relentless the last few months trying to get back on the MaryB field and I finally decided to at least meet up for a drink. With my BFF in tow and her current fling, the four of us had a great evening.
Lately I’ve been either a 3rd or 5th wheel in social settings, so it felt great bringing some balance back to the table. The accompanying couple gave their double thumbs up and enjoyed his upbeat company. Although I’m still up in the air as to whether it is worth giving a failed mini relationship a redo, so far his initiative has been quite impressive. Plus, he just purchased a house, which certainly doesn’t hurt.
Saturday I had plans to meet another chap. We’ll call him the Reporter. Last spring when I first joined the online dating scene, him and I graduated from emailing, to texting to eventually Facebook friending. But then our communication fizzled and I started dating someone else. Well, he just randomly reappeared and asked to get together. The sun had already set by the time I heard from him, profusely apologizing for unexpectedly working late. Instead of meeting for midnight drinks, I suggested we just reschedule. That would have been tonight, but again, work got in the way. Granted his job, by definition, is dictated by unexpected events so I understand hands are tied. However, three strikes and you’re out will be my rule of thumb so he’s got one swing left.
Before I even had a chance to change into PJ pants once my night opened back up, another guy emailed me. We’ll call him the Resident. Same story too — first quarter ‘09 we had a number of emails, but I started dating (the Quarterback) so we never actually got to meet. After one or two quick small talk exchanges & learning we live in the same neighborhood, he asked if I’d like to grab a drink. With a quick shower and outfit change, I was on my way to meet bachelor #3.
Two hours and three beers later, I was happy with the impromptu meeting. Talkative, personable, good manners. Oh and he is bald. I have a soft spot for two kinds of guys: pigment to their skin and Mr. Clean lookalikes. We got to talking about festivals and a popular St. Patty’s Day throw down came up. It turns out — the church that puts on the green beer event is literally a few steps away from my apartment. Then he asked if I’m Catholic. After nodding my head he busts out, “Ok that’s it, you’re marrying me.” I almost fell off my bar stool from laughter. Apparently he has a hard time meeting good (Catholic) girls. Next topic was killer brunch spots, which happens to be my favorite form of food, ever. And before I knew it, we had a second date planned for 10 hours out — mass and a mid-morning meal. I knew then and there my Mother would be so proud.
The popular diner was packed so we weren’t sat for over 30 minutes, causing us to miss the appointment with God. But… the food was incredible, as was his companionship. Although I find myself slightly intimidated by his MD status, our conversations were easy and medical jargon was a non-issue. The Resident’s PDA was a bit more than what I’m used to, however, surely I can adjust. He contacted me last night as well as today, so all signs point to a third date post Thanksgiving.
In the meantime, I’ve been diligently reading, responding and reconciling the influx of interested boys contacting me on the Match. I’m very overwhelmed by the volume of winks, emails and “Daily 5” generated interest notes. So far, of those contacting me, the average of strong potentials is quite high. Although I’d rather veg out with must see TV than spend another second staring at my overheated MacBook, I know that I have to invest the time if I’m gonna do the crime.
Boy bandit is in the building.
