It's springtime around New England and everyone is looking forward to shaking off the winter, buying their warm weather wardrobe and launching into outdoor fun. Unfortunately for me this came to an abrupt halt in the middle of an extraordinarily warm spring week when I wound up on a date with Old Man Winter.
Okay, I know...that sounds a bit extreme but it's the best likeness I can come up with in order to give you all a proper visual of this man. He literally looked like an old, feeble man to me...a far cry from his pictures online. I was afraid I would break him when I shook his hand hello. I was half expecting him to pop some Geritol mid-date. This one especially tugs at my heart because we spoke a few times before meeting and he was very nice and we had good conversation. I still feel guilty about not being able to find him the least bit attractive, he certainly wasn't shy about letting me know he would like to see me again.
Hence ladies, I've decided to shelve the online dating once again come the end of this month. I just don't think I'm cut out for it...and not because I can't take it for what it is or I put too much stock in it. I literally feel guilty after cutting these guys loose when they turn out to be some variation of my physical worst nightmare. Trust me, I don't feel bad about the guy that f*cked my aunt...just the ones that are nice but I have zip for physically at the end of the day.
But don't fret, I have a few more tales from my experiences AND I've also decided to start bartending again a couple of nights a week. This I would imagine given the amount of people you meet (and because let's not forget...this is me, things will inevitably happen that will amuse others) should yield some good stories for telling.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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