Mosey down memory lane...
Seven years ago, January 6, 2000, I went on my last blind date.
And I KNEW going into it, one way or t'other, it was my LAST blind date. I was 32 years old, and SO very, very single for so very, very long. I had a good job, I had a house, I was doing ok. Mostly. I mean yeah, who wouldn't like to have a companion? Someone to do things with, hang out with. But really....the idea of finding The One...I'd pretty much said goodbye to that idea a LONG time ago.
One of the women I work with had worked at another radio station, and told me there was a guy there she thought I should meet. So boom...it was a Thursday, and suddenly, I was having dinner at her house that night. Her husband (who at the time worked with Mr. Blind Date) begged her to mind her own beeswax, saying "these are our friends, this won't end well, and everyone will be mad at everyone else"
I had a few hours at work to stew about things. And I did. Since there was no way to lose 40 pounds in an afternoon, I figured I was screwed....
Headed over after work, and came into the dining room. He stood up. And my first thought was "thank god, he's bald. He probably spent the afternoon wishing he could grow hair while I was wishing I could be thin"
We visited all evening. He had nice eyes. He was funny. He thought I was funny. Huh. I found myself staring at his ear while we sat next to each other on the couch, thinking he was pretty cute, and how it might be really nice if he DID ask me out.
He was doing mornings, so I made my exit early. I thanked our hosts, told Steve it was nice to meet him, and left. I walked SLoooowly to my car, just in CASE he wanted to follow me out. I kind of figured he'd stick around and do a post mortem on the meeting. But no. The door opened, and out he came. A little awkward small talk, then he looked at me shyly and said "so. do you want to go out sometime?" "Yes, that would be great". "OK, I'll call you tomorrow" "OK, goodnight".
I walked into work the next day, and my friend told me he'd called her that morning to thank her. He called me that night, and we went to see "The Talented Mr. Ripley" on that saturday. He kissed me goodnight. And made plans to get together again.
AGAIN! Not only a first date, a SECOND!
We conducted much of our courtship via email. I have them all.
This is the first:
Colleen,
It was great meeting you and I look forward to getting together with again
soon. And since e-mail is a great way to communicate (if one is still a
little nervous) I thought I'd make sure I got your e-mail address correct by
sending you mine.
Starbrelz@msn.com.
My home phone is 483-4525.
I'll talk to you soon... like tonight, if that's ok.
Steve.
So those friends who had us to dinner? They were in the wedding party.
In some ways, this date is the most important anniversary date....more than wedding, more than engagement. Because it's the date of my last blind date. The day my life totally changed.
And I KNEW going into it, one way or t'other, it was my LAST blind date. I was 32 years old, and SO very, very single for so very, very long. I had a good job, I had a house, I was doing ok. Mostly. I mean yeah, who wouldn't like to have a companion? Someone to do things with, hang out with. But really....the idea of finding The One...I'd pretty much said goodbye to that idea a LONG time ago.
One of the women I work with had worked at another radio station, and told me there was a guy there she thought I should meet. So boom...it was a Thursday, and suddenly, I was having dinner at her house that night. Her husband (who at the time worked with Mr. Blind Date) begged her to mind her own beeswax, saying "these are our friends, this won't end well, and everyone will be mad at everyone else"
I had a few hours at work to stew about things. And I did. Since there was no way to lose 40 pounds in an afternoon, I figured I was screwed....
Headed over after work, and came into the dining room. He stood up. And my first thought was "thank god, he's bald. He probably spent the afternoon wishing he could grow hair while I was wishing I could be thin"
We visited all evening. He had nice eyes. He was funny. He thought I was funny. Huh. I found myself staring at his ear while we sat next to each other on the couch, thinking he was pretty cute, and how it might be really nice if he DID ask me out.
He was doing mornings, so I made my exit early. I thanked our hosts, told Steve it was nice to meet him, and left. I walked SLoooowly to my car, just in CASE he wanted to follow me out. I kind of figured he'd stick around and do a post mortem on the meeting. But no. The door opened, and out he came. A little awkward small talk, then he looked at me shyly and said "so. do you want to go out sometime?" "Yes, that would be great". "OK, I'll call you tomorrow" "OK, goodnight".
I walked into work the next day, and my friend told me he'd called her that morning to thank her. He called me that night, and we went to see "The Talented Mr. Ripley" on that saturday. He kissed me goodnight. And made plans to get together again.
AGAIN! Not only a first date, a SECOND!
We conducted much of our courtship via email. I have them all.
This is the first:
Colleen,
It was great meeting you and I look forward to getting together with again
soon. And since e-mail is a great way to communicate (if one is still a
little nervous) I thought I'd make sure I got your e-mail address correct by
sending you mine.
Starbrelz@msn.com.
My home phone is 483-4525.
I'll talk to you soon... like tonight, if that's ok.
Steve.
So those friends who had us to dinner? They were in the wedding party.
In some ways, this date is the most important anniversary date....more than wedding, more than engagement. Because it's the date of my last blind date. The day my life totally changed.