Sunday, November 17, 2013

Mix Up

After spending the summer laying low, I have decided to try and get back out in the dating world.  I am not exactly sure what I am looking for or what I will find, but it seems like it is time to do something.

Even though I vowed to never do online dating again, I broke down about a month ago and renewed my account on Match.com.  If you have followed my blog, you know about some of the nightmares I had with online dating in the past.  But yet I find myself back online looking for a connection.

Online dating sites are powerful for one reason.  They allow you the illusion of control.  You can log in when it is convenient for you (i.e. when you are laying in bed with your kindle at 11:30 on a Tuesday night) and you can enter the criteria for your perfect mate and see who pops up.  It is the ultimate shopping experience.

In reality, it is much better to meet someone in person.  A picture and a profile just cannot convey the most important thing.  Chemistry.  The people at Match.com must have figured this out because they started having live singles events called "Stir" events all around town.

It has probably been a year since I went to a Stir event, but I saw that they had one right near my house so I grabbed my sister and we headed up there to see whether there were any interesting prospects.  When we arrived, the bar was pretty quiet.  There were about 15 guys and maybe seven girls.  Everyone turned to look at us as we walked in the door.  

We made a bee line for the bar to get a drink.  My sister ordered a beer, but I am not drinking right now for health reasons, so I just had a lemonade.  As we stood at the bar, my sister warned me that she saw a guy from her office standing behind us.  He was Indian and pretty good looking.  He must have noticed her as well, because he came right over.

We chatted with him for quite awhile.  I explained that I was the Match.com member and my sister was my guest.  I wanted to be sure to give the impression that she was not a desperate single woman, since we were talking to her co-worker.

At first I was just being polite and passing the time.  I could not see any potential for a romantic connection.  But the longer we stood there, I started to view him differently.  He was an engineer, but he had a great personality.  Very intelligent, with a witty sense of humor.  And he had a sense of calm about him that I found very attractive.  

He was definitely flirting with me and with my sister.  Usually we have divergent taste in men, but there are some guys that fall into the gray area between her ideal match and mine. Just as we both started to wonder where this was all heading, the inevitable question came up in conversation.

I knew that my sister and I were both thinking it, but I was the one who asked first.

"So, how old are you?"  I said, knowing that he was probably a bit younger than us.  I was expecting him to say something in the range of 34 to 37.

"I am 27," he replied.  He continued speaking after that, but neither of us heard what he was saying.  My sister and I exchanged a look and we burst out laughing.  Our new friend seemed confused.

"So, if I may ask, how old are you ladies?"  He looked at us trying to gauge our response. 

"I am 42," I told him.

"And I am 43," my sister chimed in.

"Welcome to Cougartown!"  I declared.

Our new friend seemed completely unphased by our revelation and continued the conversation.  He explained to us that he could never have such an intelligent discussion with the women his own age.  And he really did not understand why our age difference was such a big deal.

Despite our efforts to explain it to him, I am not sure he really got what we were talking about.  Part of me wished I was in my 20's again, so I could keep flirting with him and see where things would go.  There was another part of me that understood exactly how women my age become cougars in the first place.  

In the end, we decided to part ways with  our new friend.  Before we left, we checked out his Match.com profile on my phone.  He had an absolutely horrible photo.  So my sister posed with him and we captured a perfect bar picture that would do him justice.  I have a feeling he won't be single for long.  

As for me, at least I dipped my toe in the water of the dating pool again.  Unfortunately, it turned out to be the kiddie pool.  But there is always hope for next time.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You should have given him your number! 27 is NOT that young!

Still snickering at kiddie pool. Ha ha.