I Think Dating Sites Are A Waste Of Time
I don't actually think they are, after all, I met my partner on a dating site and three years later, it seems to be working out quite well.
But not before meeting my share of losers and having a few mishaps, hahaha
This is one story I've deemed worthy of sharing publicly.
Now please, don't judge me for my behaviour in this story, I was quite new to the dating scene after nearly 20 years of marriage, and I had a few moments wherein I chose to simply 'go with it'
This was one of them.
*deep breath*
Okay. Here goes....
I had been texting back and forth with a man for about a week or so, and we seemed to be hitting it off in that way, so we decided to meet in person.
We agreed to meet at Tim Horton's the next morning at 9....so after my daughter left for school, I drove into the city.
I arrived there first, and as I stood in line, the door opened and a tall, goodlooking man walked in.
Assuming it was my date (his features were similar enough) I smiled at him, looking him directly in the eye, and said "Hi!" rather exuberantly.
He got in line behind me, and responded with some form of a good morning reply.
I said, "You must be Marc?"
He smiled down at me, with a twinkle in his eye and said, "No, I'm not, but I'm really wishing I was!"
I was totally embarrassed of course, and I stammered some kind of explanation, and he assured me it was alright. He even went so far as to say that this 'Marc' I was meeting is a lucky guy. He was very sweet about the whole thing and tried to make me feel less embarrassed.
I ordered my coffee and sat down at a table, to wait.
Now, you would think that is the end of my story, huh? Nooooo, it goes on haha
The guy in line took a seat at a table across the way, in direct line of sight from where I sat.
My date showed up and got his coffee, then joined me at my table, sitting across from me.
We chatted, as you do, and the other man kept catching my gaze from time to time.
After about 20 minutes or so he got up and walked out.
I sat talking with my 'date' for about 30 more minutes and then an older gentleman walked in the door, asking who owns the grey Titan out front.
I said it was mine and he said "Well, you've got a flat tire"
Damn.
That turned sideways quickly.
It was freezing outside (Canadian winters and all) and I was NOT prepared to be out in the cold changing a damn tire!
My date, Marc put on his coat, as did I, and we went out to assess the damage.
As I walked to my truck, I noticed the first man sitting in his truck, just watching.
He saw what was going on and came out to offer his help.
I had to drive the truck over to the middle of the parking lot, so we could access the tire.
This first man and my 'date' were kind and chivalrous enough to change the tire for me. At one point, while my date had his back to me, the first man pressed a slip of paper into my hand, whispering, "In case it doesn't work out"
It had "Don" written on it, with a phone number. I was a bit shocked, and not knowing what to do, I quickly pushed it into the pocket of my jeans.
Once the spare was on, I thanked everyone sincerely and I gave my date a hug to say goodbye.
The first man walked back to his own truck, smirking at me and watching me intently.
I drove over to the Walmart Tire Centre (it was closest....I said don't judge me! haha) and they got me in right away for a repair.
As I sat in the waiting area, I struggled with the idea of texting this 'Don' guy....I felt he was pretty frikken ballsy to do what he did like that, but I also found it oddly intriguing and exciting...so I finally texted him.
I thanked him again, and offered to buy him lunch as a token.
We texted for a bit (his words were rife with innuendo and sly talk) and then he suggested we meet for lunch after my truck was done.
I paused, and chewed my lip for a second before I typed out "Okay. Tell me where" and hit the SEND BUTTON. 😆
I paid for the tire repair, got into my truck, and drove directly to the agreed-upon pub to meet this handsome, charming and extremely ballsy man who I didn't even know!!! 😳
Turns out we didn't have that much in common (he was 13 years younger than I was 😝) but we discovered that you don't REALLY need to have a lot in common to enjoy each other in a much more intimate way, a couple of nights later
(See now, this is where I would expect some judgments....ugghhhh)
Anyway, we enjoyed one great night together and we ever saw each other again.
I don't regret it...not at all....but I think it makes for a good story hahahaha
But not before meeting my share of losers and having a few mishaps, hahaha
This is one story I've deemed worthy of sharing publicly.
Now please, don't judge me for my behaviour in this story, I was quite new to the dating scene after nearly 20 years of marriage, and I had a few moments wherein I chose to simply 'go with it'
This was one of them.
*deep breath*
Okay. Here goes....
I had been texting back and forth with a man for about a week or so, and we seemed to be hitting it off in that way, so we decided to meet in person.
We agreed to meet at Tim Horton's the next morning at 9....so after my daughter left for school, I drove into the city.
I arrived there first, and as I stood in line, the door opened and a tall, goodlooking man walked in.
Assuming it was my date (his features were similar enough) I smiled at him, looking him directly in the eye, and said "Hi!" rather exuberantly.
He got in line behind me, and responded with some form of a good morning reply.
I said, "You must be Marc?"
He smiled down at me, with a twinkle in his eye and said, "No, I'm not, but I'm really wishing I was!"
I was totally embarrassed of course, and I stammered some kind of explanation, and he assured me it was alright. He even went so far as to say that this 'Marc' I was meeting is a lucky guy. He was very sweet about the whole thing and tried to make me feel less embarrassed.
I ordered my coffee and sat down at a table, to wait.
Now, you would think that is the end of my story, huh? Nooooo, it goes on haha
The guy in line took a seat at a table across the way, in direct line of sight from where I sat.
My date showed up and got his coffee, then joined me at my table, sitting across from me.
We chatted, as you do, and the other man kept catching my gaze from time to time.
After about 20 minutes or so he got up and walked out.
I sat talking with my 'date' for about 30 more minutes and then an older gentleman walked in the door, asking who owns the grey Titan out front.
I said it was mine and he said "Well, you've got a flat tire"
Damn.
That turned sideways quickly.
It was freezing outside (Canadian winters and all) and I was NOT prepared to be out in the cold changing a damn tire!
My date, Marc put on his coat, as did I, and we went out to assess the damage.
As I walked to my truck, I noticed the first man sitting in his truck, just watching.
He saw what was going on and came out to offer his help.
I had to drive the truck over to the middle of the parking lot, so we could access the tire.
This first man and my 'date' were kind and chivalrous enough to change the tire for me. At one point, while my date had his back to me, the first man pressed a slip of paper into my hand, whispering, "In case it doesn't work out"
It had "Don" written on it, with a phone number. I was a bit shocked, and not knowing what to do, I quickly pushed it into the pocket of my jeans.
Once the spare was on, I thanked everyone sincerely and I gave my date a hug to say goodbye.
The first man walked back to his own truck, smirking at me and watching me intently.
I drove over to the Walmart Tire Centre (it was closest....I said don't judge me! haha) and they got me in right away for a repair.
As I sat in the waiting area, I struggled with the idea of texting this 'Don' guy....I felt he was pretty frikken ballsy to do what he did like that, but I also found it oddly intriguing and exciting...so I finally texted him.
I thanked him again, and offered to buy him lunch as a token.
We texted for a bit (his words were rife with innuendo and sly talk) and then he suggested we meet for lunch after my truck was done.
I paused, and chewed my lip for a second before I typed out "Okay. Tell me where" and hit the SEND BUTTON. 😆
I paid for the tire repair, got into my truck, and drove directly to the agreed-upon pub to meet this handsome, charming and extremely ballsy man who I didn't even know!!! 😳
Turns out we didn't have that much in common (he was 13 years younger than I was 😝) but we discovered that you don't REALLY need to have a lot in common to enjoy each other in a much more intimate way, a couple of nights later
(See now, this is where I would expect some judgments....ugghhhh)
Anyway, we enjoyed one great night together and we ever saw each other again.
I don't regret it...not at all....but I think it makes for a good story hahahaha
