Today I had a coffee date with a guy from Match I just started talking to a couple of days ago. I don’t usually try to meet people so early, but his profile seemed genuine and the communication we had by e-mail seemed sincere enough. He had a nice face in his pictures. A rugged, dark haired, dark-eyed guy who appeared to be Italian or Greek (turned out he was a combo of both).
He mentioned that he was heading to the beach and would be coming through my town on his way today, and wondered if we might meet for coffee. His approach was very gentlemanly and I thought to myself, “Why the hell not?” He suggested Starbuck’s, and we agreed to meet at 4:00 p.m.
I got there a little early, got a drink and sat down on the patio. It was a gorgeous day–much too nice to be indoors. I wanted to get settled and comfortable, and I also wanted to see him walk in and make sure he was what was in the pictures I had seen, and not somebody who was a lot older, or completely different!
He had told me he had a jacked-up step-side pick-up truck that he affectionately named “The Overcompensator” (I knew then he had a good sense of humor). When I saw a big truck roll into the parking lot I knew right away it was him.
After he got out of the truck I waved to him and he came over to the table. We shook hands, introduced ourselves, and sat down. We talked non-stop, and found that we had a lot in common. We both had found online dating to be very sketchy at best, filled with people who were … well, sketchy. We both have a sibling we don’t have any use for (I know, family dysfunction is probably not a positive, but at least we have the same kind of dysfunction!). One of the best things we had in common was our love for the beach.
A New York native (not just any New Yorker, but a Long Islander), he moved here years ago. I love New Yorkers. They are friendly, honest, real people, so the fact that he was from there did not bother me in the least. His accent was really kind of cute. And I was very impressed that he loves it here, rather than complaining about the south (which people from the north sometimes do).
He is gainfully employed with a reputable company, and considers himself a bit of a workaholic. His younger daughter just graduated from high school, so his kids are pretty much grown. He loves to travel. He doesn’t like organized religion. We both had some of the same questions about how the universe started, and what is really “out there” (or not out there, as the case may be). He wants to take things slow, and just be friends first and see what happens.
He seemed genuinely interested in me, my career, my family, and my interests. He asked good questions, shared some of his own anecdotes, and we had a lot of laughs. He kept telling me how funny I was because he said I was really “dead-pan.” (I never knew I did that, but okay. As long as he found it entertaining, that was a plus for me.)
In summary….I really enjoyed myself! I didn’t even look at my watch until almost two hours had gone by. I needed to get home to make dinner, and he needed to get on to the beach. So we sort of concluded our get together, again with a handshake.
He said that I was very interesting, and a lot of fun, and that once he gets back from a business trip next week, would I like to get together again? I said sure, I’d love to. And, I really would!
So, perhaps there is intelligent, single life out there after all. Only time will tell….