Addict

I may be an addict...of Match that is. A small piece of me is not willing to let go of the hope that there is someone out there for me. Sure, it's easy to say, "well of course there is," and assume I'll meet him any day now, but trust me, there is close to zero opportunity for that to happen in my current world. In any case, after I stopped being angry yesterday about my crappy dates, I did feel much better.

SO, someone wrote to me yesterday and he is very witty and nice (so far). If I had to judge only by email, I'd say he's a pretty good personality match for me. He is not offended if I say fuck or baby jesus...that's good start...oh and he put a whole profile together that was grammatically correct...CLEARLY a genius. We traded a couple of emails yesterday and his last one made me laugh out loud. Twice. Anyway, he asked me out and there is no time like the present to we met for dinner in my town. Yep, that's three first dates in 3 days...sounds like the beginning of a new reality show if you ask me -- 30 dates in 30 days!

Witty Man is 38 and incidentally less witty in person than in his writing (as are most of us witty writers). He was nice to talk to, and polite…does some telecom stuff for a big company whose name escapes me…has a house and fixes everything. He talked a lot and didn’t really ask me any questions, but the conversation was better than average nonetheless. We had dinner and he told me today that he had fun and asked me out again. He is moderately attractive, but I think he will grow on me. Anyway, there was nothing ridiculous about him to report! Oh but he did do the awkward grandpa kiss thing at the end of the date, which I was not expecting at ALL. It was fine though. K peeps bye!