Hi there! You have a lovely profile and, needless to say, beautiful pictures. While I don’t quite hit your age threshold, it seems we otherwise share some common ground – I’m English and Irish, love NPR, Italy, and country living (among other things!)
In any event, your profile really resonated with me and I felt compelled to write. If you like what you see and think we have a chance at an interesting conversation I’d be delighted to hear from you.
That was from Interior Designer Dude. Yes, a “little older” at 52-years old, but he must have strong Irish genes because, MAYBE, he looked 42. Good for him. I figured it must be all that good country living. My kind of guy.
I read in his profile that he lived in a lovely area, right across West Point, NY on the Hudson River. Just my luck, it happened to be the next town over from where The Architect lives. (Hopefully, we won’t be running into each other, well actually, I’d love to run into him, because I have a few choice words I’d like to share.)
Interior Designer Dude had a great profile and pictures. I wrote back to him immediately, and after a few emails one Saturday afternoon, he asked me if I would like to meet him for a drink that night. Why not? I’m always one for spontaneity so I said yes.
I let him do all the planning and he did a good job of it. He picked out a place that was equal driving distance for the both us. (Points for being considerate.) He chose a new place call Axia in Tenafly, NJ.
I learned he was divorced with a 6-year old daughter and owned his own interior design firm. Originally, he said he had started out as a party planner in New York City, and discovered a talent and passion for design. God bless him, because someone has to plan parties and I was glad it wasn’t me. If I had to plan someone’s party, I would probably break out in hives. True story.
Overall, it was a nice evening with him. I enjoyed myself and when we decided to leave, he asked me if I would like to see some of his work that he had in his car.
Of course, I did!
He unlocked the car and I slowly slid into the passenger side of his very velvety leather Mercedes seat. He pulled out his Mac computer and started showing me pictures of his work. It was very classic and very Architectural Digest.
Statuesque at 6’3″, Interior Designer Dude was elegant in a refined way, but at the same time youthful in spirit. Had I seen him in the pages of a Banana Republic catalog before? He never mentioned modeling, so maybe not. Regardless, he treated me with the utmost respect, was cognizant of my personal bubble and didn’t try to molest me at the end of our date.
The kiss good-night was brief – just one kiss, and I was home before midnight. Again, points for him. As a general rule, I find that most guys will ask me to text them when I get home. However, he didn’t say anything to me when I left, but five minutes after I crawled into bed…
Interior Designer Dude: Did you get home okay? Thank you so much for tonight. You are wonderful, Carrie, and I’m smitten, what can I say? Sweet dreams and I hope to see you again soon. There you have it. An easy date, with a really nice guy.
Finally! I’m attracting the nice guys instead of “That Guy” or a “Bad Boy”.
That was all less than a week ago, and already he’s asked to see me again. So, Thursday night we are going out to dinner after work. He offered to cook me dinner at his house, but I think that it is way too soon to be alone in his house. I don’t care how nice he is – it’s too tempting. Guys seem to lose their composure when they have me alone at their house, so I told him he can show off his culinary skills at another time.
Until then, I have other dates to go on, but he will definitely get a second date!