I have delayed this post because I didn’t really know what to say about it. I got home Sunday night from my cupcake excursion and was sitting on the couch with my pup avoiding some real work that I SHOULD have done. Instead, I chose to troll the online dating sites to see if anyone was on-line and worthy of chatting with. It was only 8:15 and I was a little bored. I started chatting with this nice recently divorced, new dad to lab puppy, special education teacher with a background in furniture building. He has great taste in music, such as Cash, Waits, Cohen, etc. and seems to appreciate dry, sardonic humor. Overall, seemed like a chill relaxed kind of guy.
He asked if I wanted to meet for a cocktail and, well, the forecast called for a shit storm of rain,sleet, snow and wind, so I convinced him to meet me the following afternoon for coffee. As we were coming up with a place and time to meet I mentioned my intense dislike for the neighborhood I live in, he laughed, as he lived in the same area, just a mile away. We decided to meet for a couple cocktails that night, despite the weather, since a ten minute walk to the bar is nothing compared to what my dog puts me through in worse meteorological conditions.
He warned me he was shy, so I knew this walking in. He arrived a few minutes after me. He has that look of every semi alt country, indie introverted Johnny Cash loving man alive. The 50’s looking patterned snap button down, the non jean utilitarian pant, the chunky shoe, the mussed up hair… and of course, they always have glasses. He was cute and painfully shy. While I enjoyed his company for that hour, I knew it wasn’t going anywhere, other than friends. I don’t have anything bad to say about him and really do wish him the best. Maybe I can get one of my friends to go out with him. No, I thought he was a nice guy, don’t want to do that to him.