Date #3: The Wine Guy AKA Mama's Boy

So, a Monday not too far in the past I met up with The Wine Guy AKA Mama's Boy (thank you, Anna!). The Wine Guy has a background in wine, grew up in Napa County, and currently works in the Wine Industry as a distributor. So the nickname fits well, no?

We met at a local wine bar, who's name I would later mess up continuously & Lindsay would find it HYSTERICAL. It had been a long day at work, then I met with my old co-workers for dinner, realized I left my wallet at home, and had to drive home, where I changed. Why so much detail, Cyndi? Well, when I get to the wine bar, after texting (seriously, what did people do before phones?) The Wine Guy that I will be late, he is already there. It's always that moment of oddness when you hope that the person put recent pictures on their profile, and that you will be able to recognize him. He sat in an almost too convenient location where he could see me walk in. I always find that slightly awkward because I don't like being stared at any more then the next person. Besides, how can I assess their first impression if I can't see it?


So we got through the gamat of normal conversation. How was your day? Oh, you changed? What are your plans for the weekend? Etc. I've already had dinner, but he orders. I tried to get him to order me wine, but I didn't like what he picked out. Shocking. I know. I'm such an "independent". The conversation was pretty normal. Nothing really to write about. He ordered Duck Con Fee. His food came and I'd already drank about half a glass of wine. BTW, he was attractive. Very wholesome looking, not too dorky, and very "nice-ish" look about him. So with his Duck Con Fee(btw, sounds like Duck with Feet to me...) he decided it was a good idea to NOT use the fork and knife he was given. It was rather gross. And he proceeded to get sauce on his face, and I had to be like "Umm, you have a little bit right there." And did he use a napkin like a civilised being? Nope. Used the side of his hang. It was gross. In fact, I couldn't even believe my eyes with it.

So a few conversational pieces:

"So... What do you do for fun?" The Wine Guy.
"Seriously? That's the best you've got?" Me.
The Wine Guy just looked astonished.

"Have you done Match before?" Me.
"Yeah. That's where I found my last girlfriend." The Wine Guy.
Silence.
"I've also tried eharmony. Saw your profile on there." The Wine Guy.
"Really..." Me.
"And on Yahoo Personals." The Wine Guy.
"Ok, Stalker... Did you find me on Myspace and Facebook too?" Me.
Silence.

There was also conversation about my online dating blog and if he could read it. Sorry! But this is not for guys to be able to evaluate themselves. Just doesn't work that way. Oh, and I got a little tipsy from the wine. So by the end of the night I was rather okay with anything that he suggested or said. Finally, sadly, I realized that it was getting late and I would need to get home to go to bed. Plus the bar was closing. So quickly we go outside into the mindnumbing wind (and no, I have no absolutely no idea how cold it was. I just wanted to use the phrase!) and parted. He offered at least 4 times to walk me to my car, but sadly, I was in no mood to kiss this boy and declined polietely the first and second time. The third time, I reminded him that I was 25 and perfectly capable of walking to my car, and lastly I told him simply no.

There was no hug, there was no kiss, and yet there was a second date. Stay tuned for Date #2 with The Wine Guy...

Emails from The Gamer

Below is the emails I have received recently from The Gamer. We still have not had our first date. I will also point out that he is the one with whom I spent 17 minutes on the phone with wanting to poke my eyes out. I have also included comments from friends. Yes. I do forward the "interesting" emails to friends. It happens. Oh, and it should also be pointed out that he is the same kid who called me, left me a message, and the next day, called and left another message saying he wasn't sure if I got the first one. This is not a problem when you know a person's phone is acting weird (ie: Kel), but otherwise, give me at least 48 hours to respond.


Email #1, received Jan 14, 2008 1:04 PM:

Hi Cyn,

How have you been doing? Did you have a nice weekend?

Toward the end of the week I began to feel sick and spent most of the weekend resting at home. On Saturday I spent time with my parents and we went out for a little bit, but I stayed inside all day on Sunday and got lots of rest. I'm still feel a little sick today so I'm going to try to take it easy again and not push myself.

I'm still reading the Golden Compass and have just gotten to the point where Lyra arrives in the North. I'm really enjoy the book and am looking forward to what further adventures Lyra faces in the other two books.

Hope to hear from you soon,

The Gamer

I forwarded email #1 to Anna, Kel & Nicole with this:

Just so you can see why i thought it was a painful 17 minutes.

xoxo

cyn

Anna's Response to email #1:
"...And then I had a cup of cofee. But at first it was too hot so I waited a little to drink it. I decided I wanted something to go with the coffee so I got a cookie, but then I thought I'll have a scone instead. Anyway, I still feel like I'm a little sick, so I'm going to take it easy. But I've heard sometimes you feel better if you just get up and move around so I'll probably go for a walk later. Or not. Maybe for a few minutes..."

My reponse to Anna's response to email #1:
And if you give a mouse a cookie, he'll ask for milk and a napkin.

Email #2, received Jan 15, 2008 11:11 AM (note, it has not been even 24 hours):

Hi Cyn,

I think I recently sent an email to you but I'm not sure if it went through. If you got the previous email you can disregard this message.

How have you been doing? Have you been feeling any better since the last time you wrote to me.

Over the weekend I felt sick and spent a lot of time resting. Fortunately I'm feeling better today so hopefully I'll continue to improve.

Hope to hear from you soon,
The Gamer

I forwarded this to the girls with:
I'm sorry, but I'm busy. I haven't had time to repsond. Anyone see a problem wtih this?

Nicole's Response to email #2:

Pahahahahahaha!!!

Can somebody say "restraining order"???

"Cyndi,

Why haven't you returned my messages? I love you, why won't you talk to me? Please right me back... did you not get my emails? Are you out of the country? Perhaps your cold got worse and you're in the hospital.. I better check the hospitals. Don't worry darling, I'm coming for you!!!!!!!!!!"

I peed my pants at work with that...

Anna's Response to Nicole's Response to email #2:

LMAOOOO!!!!! I think Nicole and I think alike. "Then I got a cookie, then my cold got worse, then I got better..." But look on the bright side, he spared you the repeat of the play-by-play of his day with his parents...

Also, not to sound judgemental, but let's face it I will. But really, what did you expect from a guy you met online with the name The Gamer? I mean seriously, who wouldn't go by "The G" to sound more well, desirable, studly, manly, normal...(I can keep going)? I think you should tell him you didn't respond because you got really sick and now have this rare condition that physically prevents you from communicating with guys that are boring.

My response to The Gamer for Email #2 sent Jan 15, 2008 2:13 PM:

Hey The Gamer.

Sorry it's taken me a bit to get back to you. Work has been incredibly crazy and by the time I get home, I'm exhausted.

I'm feeling better but still slightly sick. I'll get over it soon tho, I hope. Sorry you haven't been feeling super well either. Are you feeling better?

All right, I must get back to work. It's not getting done on its own. Ha ha.

Have a good day!

Cyn


Email #3, received Jan 16, 2008 1:58 PM, his response to my response to #2:

Hey Cyn,

I'm sorry to hear that you're still feeling sick. I began to feel much better yesterday and went for a workout at the gym when I got home last night.

Things have been going good at my job. A lot of new games have been arriving in our department, keeping us busy. What has been making your work so incredibly crazy?

I was thinking of sending you a text message sometime this week. Do you check your messages regularly?

Have a great day!

The Gamer

I didn't have a chance to forward that one to the girls, but I can't wait to hear everyone's responses!

The Texter

We live in a new day and age, one where technology is always at our fingertips. One where this can be a blessing- say when one has a child, a savior- when one gets into a car accident, and a curse- when one has your phone number and will not leave you alone. Which brings us to The Texter.

The Texter began contacting me before the new year when my friends were still here. The first time he messaged me I didn't respond quickly. I think my phone was in a different room or I was sleeping. An hour later he messages me again. This is the start of what quickly became annoying texts.

The Texter would text in the middle of the night- after eleven p.m. on a week night when I would be sleeping. He would message me in the morning with "G'morning Beautiful" or "Good Morning Sunshine". At first I thought this was fine. Whatever. Some people like constant attention. I'm not immune to it myself. We even had a conversation- he was the one who told me to not have more then drinks with a guy. But then the texting became several times a day even when I didn't respond.

We had set up a date, but unfortunately I got sick. When I messaged him I said, "Hey. I'm still sick. Can we reschedule for Friday? xoxo, cyn." Quick note to everyone- THE SIGNATURE ON MY PHONE COMES UP AS "xoxo, cyn". So he messages me back saying "Xoxo? doesn't that mean hugs and kisses? is that what you want to do to me?" To which I don't respond. In fact, I don't respond to a single text aside from the final cancellation of our Friday date. But continue to text he does. Several times a day on some days, and once a day on others. Even to today. He texted me probably an hour ago. Yes. I have a Text Stalker.

It was pointed out to me that he was trying to be flirtatious. Here's a quick piece of advice to anyone intending to be similar to the Texter. DON'T. If we had gone out or even met before, it would be different. I would have a face with the text. I would have context, and experience to go with it. I would know if you were just a flirt or if you were creepy. Hold off on the things that can't be mis-read until after we meet. It was also pointed out that maybe I should have changed/ erased my signature for him or messaged him explaining that was my signature. To that I say no one else has ever made mention of it. No other Match guy, no friend, and no acquaintance.

So, I would like to refer the Texter to Texters Anonymous. I'm sure there are local meetings here in the Bay for such a group. They can text each other instead of strangers when they need instant gratification. And yes, I do know that we all enjoy the instant gratification, but please stop texting me with lames texts such as "How are you" and "What up". And please, please learn to use punctuation. I know it's one more button for you to hit, but you can do it.

And to end this post, I will mention that I responded to his text at the start of this post. The one that he sent an hour plus ago that said "hi". I said something like "Hey Text Stalker. What's up?" To which he responded "Yay. You're alive." And some more. This reminds me of something that Nicole sent me this week. Don't worry. I will share it with you shortly. It's in response to an email from a guy.

Date #2: The Narcissist

Date # 2 takes pace at the Aquarium. This date is the day after date #1 (I know. I'm horrible at keeping you guys updated!). Mind you, I'm slightly sick and ridiculously tired. In fact, I was hoping it was going to be canceled or rescheduled.

Test message from me to the Narcissist "You?" I"m hoping he will have forgotten or over slept. No such luck. Fifteen minutes later, "I'm up. We're still on, right?" I call and for warn of the illness and tiredness, hoping he'll say let's reschedule, but no such luck. I manage to get ready in record time, hop on BART, and head to the aquarium, which is another 20 minutes of public transportation once I get into the city. Good times.

I get there but don't see him, so I sit, text him and read my book. Yes, I take a book on every date. Isn't it better to look like a nerd when the guy comes then to be on the phone, texting, or waiting anxiously? I think so. He calls saying he's at the front. I walk over on the phone, "Oh. You're in an orange shirt?" Yes, it was Lacoste or Ralph Lauren but still. Orange. On a first date? Really? Yes. I know. I'm a bitch. Shocker. I know.

So we say hello and I'm like "Shall we?" and I figure since he's been there for awhile, if he was going to buy the tickets he wouldn't, so I go buy my own. Anna later points out that you should always give a guy the lead time to foot the bill or buy the tickets. I say he had time. He knew where we going. He chose not to. But I'll admit, again, that I'm old fashioned and think that guys should at least offer to pay. And yes, I do like my doors opened for me. And I do recognize that this is confusing for so many, but I'm okay with that. Anyway, off to the Aquarium we go.

When we get in, he's like, "I'll just follow you." And I say, "Really? Do you think that's what girls want to hear?" (Side note, I knew from this question that things were not going to work out. So I was okay with being "harsh".) He didn't really have a response worthy of typing out but I will say that it was lame, and I should have called the date then.

The conversation at the Aquarium was lame, including (Him) "What'd you do yesterday" (Me) "Went on a Match date." (Him) "How was it?" (Me) "Talked about his ex a lot." This conversation will come into play later. The Aquarium takes all of thirty minutes at which point I say "I think that was the shortest date ever." (Him) "Yea. I guess we need something else to do." (Me) "Well, you've never been here before. What do you want to do?" (Him) "I don't know." (Me) "All right... Well I'm hungry. Let's eat." Shockingly he made a decision about the restaurant. I know. I was slightly weirded out too.

So we order beers (and can I point out that I never drink when I'm sick. I don't like falling asleep unnecessarily) and "linner". The conversation was ridiculously banal and mundane. At one point he said, "Tell me about..." to which I interrupted, "if you finish that with "yourself", I will actually leave and you will have to pay for my beer." (Him) "You're work." Yes. All of the questions were of this caliber. Unexciting and lame. Most of the questions were because he actually wanted to talk about the subject in regards to himself. If you need a moment to recognize questions to not ask on a first date without sounding like a dating manual, avoid a few of the following. "Tell me about ____" (fill in the blank. Unless you're creative, it's going to sound bad.) "How many siblings do you have?" (No offense, but unless you have fun stories about them, I don't want to hear about them at this point. I'm probably still trying to figure out if I like you.) "What do you do for fun?" (There are SO MANY BETTER WAYS to say this. Try "What'd you do last weekend?" or "What's a cool thing you & your friends tried recently?" or even "What was the last thing you tried for the first time?"- thank you Team In Training!)

At one point he was saying how he hadn't talked about his ex-girlfriend so he was obviously doing better then The Great Mentioner, to which I responded, "Yes, but he bought the tickets for the Exploritorium ahead of time, made dinner reservations, and bought dinner. I think you may be on the same level now." I don't think he responded. Ironically, not much longer he talked about his last girlfriend, which was from high school. In his defense, he went to a predominately male school, where he studied some form of Computer Science. The shock value when he asked me about my last boyfriend was classic, although I do always feel bad when I have to tell people about it without any sort of warning.

The only other remarkable conversation during "linner" was in regards to his sister. He mentioned that when he went home, he had meet her first realy boyfriend- she's only sixteen. I guess he and his brother did some recon and found out that no one at school likes the boyfriend. I pointed out that that shouldn't matter if she likes him and he's not abusive. To which he responds that she didn't mind the other brother walking in on them hooking up. While I did not go into great detail as to what the extent of the hooking up was, I did point out that when I was sixteen I probably wouldn't have cared. Which, in all honesty, is bullocks. But he doesn't need to know that. I think to this day I'm still more concerned about potential boys meeting my brother then my dad. Not sure why, but it may have to do with my brother owning a gun? Who knows! Plus he's liked all the guys I've introduced him to. SO, I guess I really don't have anything to worry about.

Our food has been eaten and I've drunken maybe half my beer. The waitress brought me a 24 oz because that's what The Narcissist ordered. The conversation concerning the beer goes as follows: (Him) "You have a lot of beer left. You better drink up." (Me) "I'm okay with paying for a full beer even if I don't finish it." (Him) "Really? You aren't going to finish it?" (Me) "Does that really bother you that much? And no, I probably won't finish it. I don't want to vomit and I'm sick. It's a bad combo." A few minutes goes by... (Him) "Can I finish it?" My first thought is, did he really just ask that ask. (Me) "No. Does it really bother you that I'm going to leave it?" (Him) "Yes. It does." (Me) "Well if it's going to bother you, then yes, I'm going to leave it." He looks astonished. I take another drink, and hand it to him. I'm still in awe about his audacity to ask for it, but can no longer hold my convictions for the humorous story that will ensue because of this conversation and experience. I remind him that I am sick and I will take no responsibility for him getting sick. He proceeds to casually wipe the glass off with a napkin (Gross, I know, Ratika), to which I respond that pouring it into his own glass would have been better, so he does.

During or prior to the beer conversation, the bill comes, to which I ask, "Would you like me to pay for my half?" to which he responds, "Yes." At which point I'm annoyed because I could have been happy going to In N Out and had a burger but instead I am paying for a meal and a beer that I didn't drink. Good times. Good f'ing times. And again, I know I'm a brat. But imagine if I hadn't offered. Do you think he would have asked? I wouldn't have put it past him. Oh, and lest us not forget that he took the main bill. I wonder if he ended up expensing it. We did talk about work...

After "linner" we went to look at the Sea Lions and had a quick walkthrough of the pier. After that I was like, "So we should probably call it a day." He agreed, and that was when I found out that we'd not only have to take the trolley back together, but that he could take my train too. Yes. It was good times, ladies and gents. At this point, I think he had spent the majority of the date discussing himself, his distaste of authority (which is why he's his own boss for a start up internet company), his family, his ex girlfriend and other dates he'd been on recently, and equally lame factoids about himself. All of which, I'll have you know, I played devil's advocate. And now I get to have a ride on a trolley AND a BART ride with him, because let's face it, there wasn't a chance in hell that the Pittsburgh/ Baypoint train wasn't going to come first.

Fast forward to the BART ride. The entire ride he explains to me that he doesn't like to read because he feels the need to make something better. Yes, ladies & gents, you heard correctly. This boy thinks he can make EVERYTHING better. This is why he works in the internet industry (or whatever you call it). He thinks that he can improve anything he touches. He started a novel based on Conglomerates taking over the world and the one man that's against them all. He's also planning on publishing his journal from when he was 13 and spent time in South America for soccer. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the only people who are probably going to be interested in that besides his family are other thirteen year old boys interested in soccer. But a kid can dream, right? And I guess I shouldn't bash too hard because I have ambitious dreams. (Working for the UN anyone?) But I feel like that I'm not cocky in the sense that he is. I think he was the type of kid who wasn't cool in high school and thinks he is now and needs to make up for that. So the self-confidence comes off as void and and lacking. It's not fun or enjoyable. So after him telling me about he's basically better then the rest of the world and all that has been done, and yes, that is how it came out, his stop came. Now came the awkward "hug" issue. So he sort of started to go in for a hug (he was standing, I was sitting) and I could tell he was going to, he hadn't actually started, I said "Have a good day. Get home safely." Which flustered him. It was great. And yes, as Lindsay pointed out, that was harsh and mean, but I'm not a touchy person. The only time I am is when I am dating you. But I barely hug my friends. And for a great anecdote on that one, talk to Anna about it and Australia. Good times!

So where does this leave The Narcissist and me? Well, last weekend he asked me what I was doing, and to his great disappointment, I was intending on spending the night at home. Apparently he wanted to find out what I was doing first before making his plans. He's messaged me via g-chat a few times, but nothing major. I don't plan on hanging out with him again in the future.

More soon! I have 2 more dates to write about but first it will be about the texter.

Date #1: The Great Mentioner

So my first date was going to be with The Great Mentioner, who's name will quickly become obvious in a moment.

My brother, being the protective being that he is, requested information of the young lad such as license plate number (as I was riding in his car), name, and e-mail address. And luckily, The Great Mentioner provided all of this without the low rate of $19.99. And didn't even question that I was asking for it. I guess that in this day and age, if the guy is worth his spit, he'll provide all the information needed to go out with a girl. We girls can't be too safe or overly cautious. In fact, any guy going out with a girl (in her car, to her house, etc.) should probably take the same precautions.

I meet The Great Mentioner at a public location to make the "car swap". Mind you, it's pouring down rain outside. So I get to the location, and quickly make the swap of cars (after discussing in great detail the location of his car. Luckily, I knew the license plate number!). That's when I realized that people do actually lie on their profiles, or rather slightly fudge the information. Not that this was a problem, and I will choose now to not explain exactly what was different from his profile, so that he can remain anonymous. I will point out that I must be taller then I thought.

So, not taking ANYONE'S advice for the first date, off we go to part one of our date. It's to the Exploritorium we go. The drive, surprisingly, was not awkward at all. We just chatted about things we had talked about before, and what not. However, while in the car, I hear this strange buzzing noise. At first, I think it must be his phone, as mine is securely in my hand (just in case. And thank you, Nicole, for willing to be my "emergency" call. I'm glad I didn't need it.) So I look around his car, and that's when I realize he has a seat massager in his car. A SEAT MASSAGER! Who has that in their car?!?!? So I calmly ask him, "Do you really have a seat massager in your car?" And he proceeds to explain to me that he drives to Sacramento a lot. Let us take a moment to realize that Sacramento is only an hour and half from my area. You can't drive an hour and half without it? It was weird. Oh. And I think we were in the car for all of 5 minutes before his ex-girlfriend is mentioned. FIVE MINUTES! I should have known...

We go to the Exploritorium, where he had already purchased tickets, and enjoyed acting like seven year olds again. He pointed out that we were probably the only people there that did not have kids with them, but I don't think that was true. I definitely saw at least 5 other people there that didn't have kids. My favorite part (in case you were wondering) was Daisy the Computer. Daisy was supposedly smart and could respond to human sentences. Really, Daisy just took random words and rearranged them probably based on some random algorithm her creator came up with.

Fast forward to part 2 when we were leaving the Exploritorium. We decided to go through with dinner. (As if there was any choice. I was ridiculously hungry.) Altho we did joke about him just dropping me off at a BART station. We had dinner at this restaurant called "Home". I think he chose it solely because they had mac n cheese. (Yes, I had been craving it since we had first started talking weeks ago.) The food was great, the conversation was great. However, there was that moment when he once again mentioned his ex-girlfriend. I asked, "Do you realize that you've mentioned your ex-girlfriend at least four times now?" Him, "Yes... Does that bother you?" Me, "No..." In my head I was thinking "It doesn't bother me because we have absolutely no chemistry... But if we were dating... Yes, yes it would.... Do you realize you aren't over her?" This simple mention of her spun into a whole conversation as to why they broke up and ended with me asking if he knew that it was a lame reason. (She wanted kids and to get married. He's not ready. There were no other problems in the relationship. Compromise anyone?) And no, ladies and gentlemen, I do not have a filter on my mouth. Besides, he was playing devil's advocate ALL night. All in all it was a good meal. The bummer was that we had to park in metered parking and were on a tight schedule.

When we got back to the car we had to navigate ourselves back to the freeway which is nothing to write home about. On the way back to the public location where my car sat, there was this awkward air in the car as though each of us were trying to decide if we should keep the date going or just end it as is. While I would have had no problem stopping for drinks or catching a movie (as cliched as it sounds), I wasn't about to suggest it and he didn't either. So the night ended with me saying, "Thanks for the Exploritorium and dinner. It was fun." And him saying, "It was." Or something lame like that. And as Jose asked, no there wasn't even an attempt of a kiss. Which I was okay with. However, it should be noted that he reached for his BlackBerry as soon as I opened the door. But it's okay, I had my phone out all ready to call Nicole. It was about 7 pm.

So what does the future hold for me and The Great Mentioner? Well, I think we could be friends. I know. The kiss of death. I think we might catch a movie next week, but I'm under the assumption it's as friends... I hope he is too.

Online Dating Lesson #3: The Phone Calls

So... I have my first, second, and third online dates on Saturday, Sunday, and Thursday respectively. So what have I learned? Well, let's take a moment to reflect.

Apparently about five emails is enough for people to ask for you number, which is fine by me. And then, when you tell them when you are will start to be available for them to call, they will call that first night. In a single night, I had 3 calls, and text that requested a phone call. Mind you, I went to bed at seven that night, SO... I didn't talk to them until tonight. So the short end:

The first conversation I had was with the guy who is constantly text messaging me. We will call him The Texter. The Texter and I discussed online dating in general, how I had my first date on the following Saturday, and how work/ applying to school was going for me. Oddly enough, despite the incessant texting, we actually talked for about a half hour until I cut the conversation short because I was starving and wanted to eat dinner with my family. We decided that we would try to get lunch sometime this week. We'll see if it happens. He has finally stopped texting every ten minutes. Thank you! Oh, and it was The Texter who reminded me that all first meetings should be drinks and just drinks. There's always an out if it's just drinks.

The second conversation was with a guy who's picture is a bit geeky, but the conversation was fine. We don't have a nickname for him just yet. WE talked for maybe 5 minutes, and mostly about work, until he asked me about grabbing drinks this week. We're going out on Thursday. Hopefully it won't be horrid. Hopefully we'll have a fun nickname.

The third conversation of the night was with The Gamer, delightfully nicknamed after his job. Here, I spent seventeen painful minutes where I wish I could have been anywhere but on the phone. We talked about how my work was set up, yes the cubicles, and how his was. And how currently he was bored and work, etc. It was ridiculously boring and painful. I wanted to stab myself with a fork. And all the while I was applying to grad schools on the computer. It was good times. Yay for cubicles. And yet, I will probably go out for drinks with this guy purely to have something to write to you guys about. But I now understand why The Texter told me to have only drinks on the first meetings.

A sample of an email received

The following is an email I received from a 41 yr-old man. My profile explicitly says that I am looking for someone who is 23-32, never married and without children. Enjoy!

HI! I was scrolling through my search results and your profile (ok...i admit it...it was your picture) caught my eye. I then I read your write-up and the personality behind the pretty face and the smile intrigued me. :) I guess this is the time where I introduce myself. I am a 41 year old single dad trying to find a partner to share his life with. I have an 8 year old son who is the love of my life. I know I may not be the perfect match that you are looking for but I would love to give it a try. (ok..now i am being too serious).

Take a peek at my profile and if you are interested...i'd like to know more about you. Drop me an email. No expectations aside from gaining a friend....maybe a dating partner.....maybe a life partner. :)

Hope to hear from you. Dr. Phil says we may be a good match and I am not in the mood to argue today ;-).

The Name has been deleted.

P.S. Does this make me a dirty old man?? I'll take my chances....stranger things have happened.