MaryB and the City

On the hunt.

As I anticipated might happen, The Match.com shenanigans are well under way.

And, I can’t keep up.

Typically I’m a very organized, detail-oriented kinda gal. But both @ work & on the manfriend hunt — incoming requests are coming in far too quickly to keep up with. I refuse to believe that a part-time assistant wouldn’t do a body good.

Out of the six contenders so far [meaning we’ve had multiple exchanges be it through email, ichat or phone], there is one in the lead; mostly by default of having the highest volume and consistency in communication. Here are the stats: 30 y/o, as tall as a tree, from Pittsburgh, is a middle school teacher, baseball coach, and just got into grad school to eventually become a Principal. We’re gonna call him Mr. D.

That may sound simple, but it’s what his students call him, and, I also consulted with him on the alias. That’s right — he knows this blog exists and was on board with “becoming famous” as he put it. Little does he know what he’s really gotten himself into (grin).

We talked on the phone last night for the first time: 2 hours and 47 minutes. That is absolutely ridiculous, for many reasons. Normally I *hate* talking on the phone. My coveted window of me-time after work & the gym, leaves me with a very small window before bed. At best, a 20-minute call is what I have to offer.

There were only 2 internal hiccups that occurred through the course of our phone-a-thon. The first was that he drives a pick-up truck, an F-150. I wish that I didn’t associate these vehicles with “good ol’ boys” or rednecks, but I do. I’m a city girl. I will get over it. The second is that he is a self-proclaimed Mama’s Boy. This has the potential to be a major issue. However, my initial take is that it’s of manageable proportions. Mr. D is the youngest of the family & the person who birthed him, spoils him. They talk on the phone 2x a week and parental units live 3 states away. We’ll just have to play this one by ear for now, as Mothers are a particular hot spot for me.

The positive takeaways is that he loves his job, is good with kids, dedicated [getting his Master’s degree], funny/witty, a bona fide handy man, has a close relationship with his parents & brother, and brews his own beer!

So Mr. D just kept plugging away with the questions, and it was nice. There wasn’t one single lull in the conversation either. At one point I wondered if when we do meet face-to-face this Saturday, there will be anything left to discuss…but then I remembered drinks-in-hand usually allows room for expanded topics.

Speaking of getting together…plans aren’t set yet. I am leaving that up to him. With the Quarterback, one of my #1 pet peeves was that it was like pulling teeth to get him to make a decision. It drove me absolutely bonkers. Hopefully Mr. D will utilize his assignment skills from inside the classroom and run the show. Or at a minimum, set an agenda.

Meanwhile, I’ve gotta get back to ignoring, deleting, responding, assessing, analyzing, and weeding through the next batch of bachelors.

This might be a long summer.