Final Straw

Ugh. Things are not going well in the online dating world. Let's quickly recap the doughbaggery du juor. (I don't know how to say the week in French.) So last week I had been exchanging emails with a dashing young fellow (four years my junior) who's good looks and witty emails encouraged me to lower my standards yet another level. As we chatted I quickly realized there was no spark. Not to mention he narcissisticly talked about how his dentist couldn't believe he had chosen such a difficult minor to pursue. I'm sorry, but that man gets paid to have a rapport with you. Oh, and he lived at home with his parents...in Vancouver. After he flew from the table without even so much as a pseudo-grab for his wallet to buy my beer I was fuming. I realize it's not the kid's fault he was uninteresting and young but he tricked me. Nothing about him in real life was like his profile. That night I of course got on my computer and diligently (ok, obsessively) checked out the latest profile stalks from my OkCupid grabbag. It was during this time I was asked out over instant message. Have we talked about LadyBird's recent plummet of standards? I met up with this particular fella at a coffee shop after work. The date lasted 15 minutes. I kid you not. Our conversation included burritos, his guitar skills, whiskey, and the best place to buy burritos. In that order.

I came home that night and deleted my profile.

Now, I must admit I have been feeling a little lost this week without my nightly men shopping routine. Weird as it sounds, it had become a comfort for me. Not only a comfort but a crutch really. But each and every date seemed to get worse. I'm not even sure it was the guys getting worse. Unfortunately, I think it was my attitude and the fact I was trying to force it. (Don't tell any of those coupled up people I said that.)

But guess what? Last night I ran into a man from Real Life whom I had forgotten about during my online dating escapades. And he's accompanying me to a cocktail party tonight.

I'm going to call it a date.

Sorry cats, there is hope yet...