Saturday, September 16, 2006

Dating Sucks

More stories soon, I promise. No time to write one of my long-winded posts right now. My business is participating in a community festival this weekend, which means long hours and not much sleep for this wicked one.

Just a quick note, though, to protest how much dating in mid-life really, really sucks. Really.

After one of my posts last week, it was suggested to me by a wise and wonderful reader that perhaps the problem was my selection process. That maybe, just maybe, I should choose a different type of man. No denying it. My ability to choose men is definitely a few potatoes short of a peck.

Under the theory that if you keep doing what you've always done, you keep getting what you've always gotten, this week, from among the men who wrote to me from Match.com, I answered a guy totally out of my normal scope. Average height, non-executive career, interested in fast cars and big motorcycles, a conservative.

SOOO not the thing to do. Yesterday, in the only hour I had free from dawn to midnight, I met this guy for a glass of wine. He chose a bar so dark and smoky I could barely see him across the tiny table. The only white wine they served came in an itty-bitty bottle with a screw top. One glass gave me a headache that's still pounding at my temples this morning.

The whole thing started badly and went downhill fast. He pulled up in a brand-new, bing-cherry red Corvette. Gunned the motor for me a few times, too, just to make sure I saw him. After a brief review of his interests (fast cars, big boats, televised sports of all sorts), the conversation meandered to politics and religion. At that point, this man asserted that the Muslim religion should be wiped off the face of the earth. AND he admires the President. Anyone who doesn't isn't a patriot, you know.

I could not get out of there fast enough.

But of course, this gun-toting, fast-driving, big-drinking, Bush-loving Son of a Gun just loves me. Wants to go out again as soon as I have a moment free.

Lord love a duck, what did I do to anger the Dating Gods? And how do I balance the Karma of it in a double-quick hurry?

All well-intentioned suggestions welcomed.

3 comments:

Ziji Wangmo said...

What a nightmare.
First of all, you can't go out with this groovy guy anymore, obviously - you'll have to break the news to him asap. For the rest? Maybe this is the time in which you are suppose to test the water - not every guy is Mr. Right, plus think of all the great posts you will be able to write the day after your dates!

Suzy said...

Sounds like your dating someone from Fonzie's crowd on "Happy Days". Great story- swing the pendulum over a little...

Carrie Wilson Link said...

Might want to take a look-see at YOUR Match.com profile, if it matched you with that total opposite!