Wow What a Date!

I know that I just bashed online dating in my last entry but...I went on a date Friday night with a guy I met on a site. I will just put it out there, I had a great time! What a nice and very normal guy, I was doubting they existed and I was proven wrong. He was thoughtful, kind, well mannered, articulate, funny and fun. We went to dinner (Thai my favorite) went to listen to an outdoor band (another favorite) even danced. Browsed a bookstore and people watched (another of my faves) took a long long walk along the water and looked at the city lights. I got home at 3 am wow am I in high school again? No and I felt it the next day. Will I see him again? Absolutely. Have I changed my mind about there not being any good ones left? Yes.

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What a Month!

Thank you Wild Wanda!
My dear and lovely friend Wild Wanda convinced me to try the online dating thing for one more month. "I promise I will not bother you about it again after that" yeah right. Well I am so glad she did, because who do I get a request from today but...Vaneer Man! If you do not know who that is then you have not been on this site for long and you need to go back and read some old entries. Oh boy and all because of Wild Wanda I got a message from him that simply said..."call me" and his number. Good thing he left his number because it has been deleted from my phone for a long time now and in case you are wondering, no I do not plan on calling. Been there done that.
Lets see this month there has been Vaneer Man, a 30 year old basketball player (just what I need) who told me I was "HOT" could do without that compliment. A crazy man who thought he could write, a really cute guy that could write but is hiding something (most likely still married), a 5 ft. 5 guy with 12 kids (yikes), a jobless/homeless Canadian(no thanks), and two nice guys that are still way hung up on thier ex wives. Hmmm not working out so well for me right now, but I am getting alot of knitting done and catching up on my sleep. I think I will go on another little online dating break for a while and build up my courage to try it again later. Wanda thanks for the entertainment I love you man!

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Snafu should be my middle name

So here is the question of the day. Wild Wanda had a little bit of stress this weekend and found it a very thought provoking and tell tale sign of personalities. I left my cell phone and wallet in somebodies car! To be exact.... a dates car, of whom I have been out with several times. Now my first thought was to call him, but I didn't have his number. I usually just get it off my call list. Then my thoughts raced......He would find out that I didn't have him programmed in. Not a big deal really because I don't do this with anybody I date until three months into a relationship which is my d-day time. Then my mind really raced......My text messages! My wallet became the least of my worries.

Now here is where you really learn a great deal about yourself and others. I panicked. I mentally took note of all my text messages stored in my phone. Months of received and months of of sent messages. My secrets (at least that's how I felt) would be exposed and the worst part about it is that I didn't want this particular phone snatcher to get his feelings hurt or rather myself to be embarrassed. I thought about if the situation was reversed. Would I check somebodies phone if they left it in my car?

What I concluded is that it completely depends on whose phone was left. For example....if it were somebody like "Pancake Man" who wasn't honest and always was hiding something from the beginning, then I would take the opportunity of being that fly on the wall and have my questions answered. However if it were a sweet guy like "text message boy" I probably would respect his privacy like I know he would respect mine. I guess it is indeed quite the invasion of privacy and that's why I was so nervous. Phones are like a diary of our lives. Our calendars, emails, pictures and more. I don't even think I deleted the messages from that perverted "sexter" I ran across either. I hope he at least noted I didn't reply.

Whatever the answer may be it all lies with respect. If I feel somebody would respect me than I more than likely will give it in return. How about you? What would you have done in this situation. I'd love to hear the absolute truth. Take the poll or leave a comment.

And for all you worry warts who wonder about my phone. I did get it back.......................................I texted myself :)

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"the big dipper"

I can't really call him the old man because it would truly give him no justice. He was refined, good looking, charming, and one smooth operator. As we sat and talked his piercing aqua blue eyes against his silver hair seemed to draw me in a little farther with each moment of passing silence. I'd inevitable look away but his eyes never left. I made all the typical observations as you would when meeting anyone for the first time. The hug upon meeting me and how he held me longer and closer around the waist than needed, his shoes that were definitely younger than his age, and his west point physique that he obviously took pride in all these years later. He was direct in his questions, his interest, and his goals of which I totally appreciate. He was a catch.

It was a good date and it actually surprised me. He was using the best of both worlds to his advantage. His wisdom and experience (his age) and his innate youthfulness to gain the appreciation of a younger woman. I found myself wondering why all men aren't this smooth and when talking about it with another guy (a man technically but he's not quite there) he told me that "the big dipper" had to be smooth if he wanted to woo the younger woman. He'd just perfected the art. Was that his only goal or would he have acted in such a manner for a woman his own age or even 10 years younger vs. 20. Class is class and it can't be taken away. Despite what my younger friend thought...."the big dipper" had sex appeal and you can't take that away from him.

At the end of the day, my date and I are at different stages in life. He's a new grandparent and loving every minute of it. I'm still wanting more kids and embracing being a step parent. Though his presence was tempting to say the least, I'm not ready to be called nana. A great experience and I'm sure I'll call him when I'm in town again but until then.........I guess I'm stuck with the unrefined and more appropriate men. At least for my age.

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I date, therefore I google

In the year 2009 we have technology at our fingertips....and I truly mean at our fingertips. In the Internet age we can gather information for just about anything, and from just about anywhere. I think it's fair to say that the dating world has changed and that we aren't in Kansas anymore. There is more fraud, more scams, and more psychos to stay clear of.....And what do I have to say about that.

THANK GOODNESS FOR..................

If I have interest in you. I'll look you up. And if I don't find you on first attempt then I'll try try again (using bing or other search engines). At first one might think I'm obsessed or a even a bit of a stalker, however I'm just weeding out the bad from maybe the not so bad. I've giving myself useful information that you maybe won't dish out yourself. A little information never hurt anyone. It's not like I'm running their credit. But hey...that's not a bad idea either :)

Here are just a few things I have found out about some of the guys I have met.

- Address (still living with parents are we)

- Arrest for disorderly conduct (newspaper articles stay online for what seems eternity)

- Facebook Friends - a common friend will dish the real scoop!

- Posted YouTube videos - the good and the bad

-Employment History

- Candidacy for major

- Personal websites...for business or blogging.

-Real Estate complaints from unhappy clients

This might seem a little obsessive but I'm weeding out the bad. It's all from typing in the first and the last name. People have done it to me.....so why shouldn't I do it to them. After all, Curiosity killed the cat. The moral of the story is.......don't do anything you wouldn't want someone else to find out about. You can't hide anywhere.

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