Moving On

The handsome one was a disappointment but a nice guy. I should have figured when I saw him in a button-down shirt tucked into his pants that this guy didn't understand the meaning of 'bike ride'. For him it was merely a 'vehicle' for getting together, a premise for a 'date'. For me it was a safe and enjoyable way to see if a guy and I had any potential chemistry. After speaking to my dating-maven friend, I have realized that my first meetings need to be at Starbucks where I can wear a cute little sundress and make a pretty first impression. Too bad I didn't realize that before I went out with the handsome one.

Back to the handsome one: He was only three years older than I but there was something there that felt like he was from a different generation. It's good to spend time reflecting on this because, in the moment, I didn't have time to analyze my thoughts. I kept getting this strange feeling that he was a lot older than I. Three years in my high school experience was the difference between the Big Bopper and Jefferson Starship. It was the change from angora sweaters and beehive hairdos to tie-dyed tee-shirts and hippiedom. Yep, three years age differenc and we were from different generations. Not to mention that he was from Pittsburgh and I was from the San Francisco area. Worlds apart.

Moving on, I felt dead in the water. I needed to start over. Back to the drawing board, as my mother would say. I started looking at the online dating matches again. I was contacted by two men this week. One was an initial blurb. Hmmm....I thought I had already 'blurbed' this one. Why are we back to blurbing again? Does he not remember that I've answered his blurb before? But he looks like he's a lot of fun and I am somewhat interested in meeting him. He's a teacher and went into teaching rather late in life. He actually looks silly. I like silly. Sort of.

The other contact was an 'iffy' one, one I had considered not answering at all. Ah, but I need practice. I will practice even though I'm not attracted to this one. Plus he's a pilot and that might be interesting as long as he doesn't take me glider riding under a hot canopy like Bill did. Wow! I almost didn't make it to the sickness bag that day. The lesson learned there was definitely not to eat an avocado sandwich on the runway.