Oh, my God. I just did the unthinkable! After a lovely date with a very decent and polite guy… Oh, hell, I’ll just let you read our correspondence and you can see for yourself.
I really enjoyed reading your profile, and your photos are absolutely lovely….
Seems we have something in common. I recently moved back, (about a year and a half ago) to New Hampshire after living in the Midwest for the last 22 years. New Hampshire is a wonderful state. It is funny, since being on Match, I do get woman who live in Massachusetts write to me and say, “You seem so cool–what are you doing in New Hampshire?” I just have to laugh. Additionally, we both have an interest in writing. While I don’t make my living as a writer, writing does help me learn and figure out how to live. I do write on a daily basis, and have been published on journal writing and the creative process. So, perhaps we would have a lot to talk about….
In the interest of being transparent, you sound like someone I would like to meet in person. I would be happy to meet you for a coffee or a drink if you are available to meet.
Awesome! I love a guy who steps up, instead of standing around kicking tires. Who the hell wants to do a million emails back and forth and play 20-questions – only to be disappointed when meeting in person? (I learned my lesson with Beef Cake never to do that stupid pen-pal thing ever again.)
I was on a roll, dates were coming in left and right, so I figured I’d pencil him in for a date that Friday night. After all, he had blue-eyes, handsomely bald, and 6’4” – with a beautiful smile! What more could a girl ask for?
We meet at Michael Timothy’s for dinner in Nashua. It was a beautiful summer evening, so it was easy to play up my femininity with a girlie skirt, high heels and my pretty, new summer satchel.
Our evening together was a delight. We ate dinner outside on the patio. We both ordered colorful fruity martini’s and made sure our waiter kept us up-to-date on the Red Sox game. Talking with Guy Smiley was easy, although, I have to admit that he was a little bit of a conversation hog…
He was handsome, but, throughout the evening, I sat there and wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Would he be a good kisser? Did I see myself kissing him?
Did the fact that I was even questioning it mean that I was not feeling the pull?
I ordered another martini just so I could relax and stop the over-thinking.
Fast forward to the following morning…I receive a text from my friend Justine:
JUSTINE: How was your date last night?
CARRIE: Super handsome. Better in person. A perfect date. He was a gentleman. A little chatty, though. But, he didn’t kiss me. He said he doesn’t kiss on a first date? WTH? But, he did kiss me on the cheek…then down on my neck. *gulp* Smart man leaving me in suspense. He asked if I was interested in a 2nd date. He did everything right. EVERYTHING. And, he’s from NH!!!
OK – stop!!!!!!
Unfortunately, after I sent that text – and the two texts following that to Justine – I realized that I had actually sent them to Guy Smiley and not to Justine.
How the hell did I do that?
Oh, my God…the humiliation!
After realizing what I had done, I knew there was no way of taking it back and the only thing I could do was just own it.
So, I did…
CARRIE: Oh, that’s just great… Now you know how our date went. Justine asked just asked how our date went – and my Blackberry was still on your text when I replied. Nice. I guess nothing is a secret now. 🙂
Further adding to my humiliation, he didn’t reply. But, I had hope. I knew we both enjoyed ourselves on the date. Besides, who can resist me?
I’m fun and funny – easy on the eyes, and funny…
Did I mention I was funny?
Three hours later, I got a Match.com email from Guy Smiley. Once I saw that he was writing through Match.com, I knew what he was about to say wasn’t going to be good.
I got your text messages this morning. I am glad that you enjoyed last night, and it was great meeting you. I do think that what was missing during the course of the evening together was a sense feeling of chemistry between you and I. It is strange for me to write that because you are, without question, you are a strikingly beautiful woman.
I do wish you the best of luck in your search for love and companionship.
Ahhhh jeeze! Back to the drawing board.