I signed up for Match.com a few months after my husband died. I was buzzed, bored, and horny. Go figure, after trying to get out of sex for the past ten years, and wishing I could just have the damn house to myself for once, I wanted the exact opposite.
I met and went on two dates with one nice gentleman. Bleh. The next guy was a highway patrolman and I was intrigued. But he blew me off two hours before our first date, and blocked me. WTF?! I decided the deactivate my account, and at the time it was about one week short of the next renewal. So I sat down with a glass of wine one night and perused. I found a new guy, and I liked his idea of a first date: going to an Angels game. I couldn't just be sweet though, I had to be a little snarky. I responded that it was a great idea, especially since it wasn't the Dodgers - I'm a Padres fan. That would have been a deal breaker.
Well guess what, he actually responded! And he was smart and could have an actual conversation! Nothing against Match.com, but if it mimics our population, we're in serious trouble.
Time for the first date. We met at a Mexican café, and proceeded to talk for five hours straight. But yet, I wasn't over-the-moon-out-of-this-world when I got home. I had enjoyed myself, but I wasn't sure if there really was a spark.
Up next - yup, there was a spark.
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