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I know I know…it’s been a while. With the fall weather here it reminds me of some of my funnier fall dating experiences so it’s prompted me to share once again.

I’m a big fan of a mystery…usually in book form but I’ve also been known to enjoy mystery movies from time to time. Even a little mystery in the man you’re dating is a good thing I believe.

Mystery is different, however, from completely untraceable. Which leads me to my date with who we fondly (and obviously) call Mystery Man.

It started when I received emails in our initial correspondence from him and the address just said XXXX@.com.

The first time I received an email with that I thought it must have been my computer acting up or what have you. Mind you this was totally frustrating since my best friend always used the email to find out any pertinent information about the fella before meeting him. Not “stalking” of course (well, I can’t speak for her and how far she took it)…more like if they were arrested for first degree murder or had a Facebook status as ‘Engaged’ or something. And before you judge…please take the time to read or reread some of my previous stories…I have every right to believe that anything is possible and have probably experienced it.

So I came to find out pretty quickly that xxxx@.com was not a gliche…that seemed to be how his email address appeared every time.

He would only provide a first name and preferred to meet at a location near his home, which happened to be nearby to where I worked so I was fine with that.

We met, had a couple of drinks and chatted but I never really got any information from him. He was vague to say the least. Let me explain:

T: “So what do you do for work?”

MM: “well…I work with people…on a professional level…business ventures…”

T: “Oh interesting…what types of ventures?”

MM: “oh nothing too interesting…” (of course I’m waiting for further explanation from him at this point and figured it was coming so now I’m caught just kind of staring leaning forward and was forced to snap back into my next line of questioning to try to keep some type of pace…that explanation never came)

Or,

T: “so what’s your family like?”

MM: “they’re nice”

………………………………………..

T: “oh”

I mean where do you go from there? I left not knowing a thing about this guy (mind you not before he paid the bill with a black American Express card…that just had initials on it of course) except that he wore glasses…literally. I didn’t even see what he drove…we walked out together and it’s like he vanished into thin air.

Needless to say I never heard from him after that, that probably would’ve left too much of a trail or something.

Until next time,

TXJILC

I know…I’m not as good at it as him.