New to the online dating scene, I sat basking in my own apprehensive anxiety. The quaint local restaurant bar swarmed with businessmen taking advantage of happy hour. The few women there were all with men and I monopolized the position of single available woman. Although I am sure I blended into the crowd, I felt like I had a neon light flashing “Single, alone, and looking for action” across my forehead.
Jim and I had been rapping online for awhile, and the time had arrived for us to meet face to face. Of course His picture portrayed a fair haired, handsome guy with awesome eyes and a winning smile, and when he arrived I was delighted to find that he looked like his picture down to the last delicious dimple. We talked for hours and seemed to have a mutual chemistry together that was rare to find. After a long romantic walk along the river holding hands, I suggested that he might like to go dancing as dusk was beginning to set. When he declined stating that he could not be out after dark, I was a bit disappointed, joking that perhaps he would turn into a werewolf when the sun went down. He laughed but neglected to go into details as to why he had to leave before dark. I assumed that maybe the lights on his car didn’t work or perhaps he had made other plans so I didn’t push it.
He called a few days later and asked me to lunch on Sunday, so we met at a cute beachside restaurant and laughed our way through fish and cheesecake. He took me for a scenic drive through a local area that I hadn’t explored, delivering an interesting and detailed commentary about historical sites, and telling fun tales about each area we visited. When he dropped me off at my car I felt excitement that I had finally met someone dating online that I could relate to. He was intelligent, fun and seemed to return my affection.
We continued to date for about a month, only on Sundays, only during the day and always having a fun time together. I noticed some peculiarities and tried to tell myself that everybody has some little weird quirk about them. For instance he seemed to follow a very precise schedule that he could not deviate from for any reason. He could not see me on Saturday because that was his day for yard work. I could see him on Sunday because that was his day for exercise, and we always had to do something active such as take hikes, play tennis or take long treks on the beach or over the bridge. I didn’t mind being active, but it was summer in Florida, and the constant heat was beginning to get to me. We couldn’t go out at night when it was cooler due to his mysterious need to be home before dark.
I know what you're thinking, because I thought the same thing at the time. This guy has got to be married! It seemed to be the most likely explanation to me, but he swore he was single. I had his address, his home phone number, his work number and was welcome to go to or call those places at any time. Bewildered, I declined the invitation to go to his house, and began to realize his problem was much more complicated than being married.
If you have ever seen the show “The Monk”, you have met a facsimile of Jim. He admitted to being Obsessive Compulsive and once it had been pointed out I started to put the pieces together. He always separated his food, counted his bites, and had other annoying habits along the same line. For instance, if he drove a certain route to pick me up, he had to take a completely different route when taking me home. He could not stand for anything to be out of balance, or lined up improperly. I found his habits to be interesting and at times we would even laugh together about them. Being a hypnotist, I offered to help him with free sessions, but he respectfully declined, stating a fear of being put under.
After our fourth date he drove me home and kissed me in the car (a first), and I invited him in for a cup of coffee. He said he couldn’t because he was waiting for the number five. I wasn’t really sure what he meant by that (maybe our fifth date?), We didn’t see each other again. I got an extended bout of the flu and had to decline our next few dates. I really was quite ill, but perhaps he thought I had finally foundered on his OCD. He didn’t call back after that, and neither did I. I guess I should have been flattered that he dated me at all. He must have thought I was perfectly balanced (after all, I am a Libra, the sign of balance), as he didn’t find the need to correct anything about me.
Jim was a sweet, funny, nice and interesting online date, and I hope he can find someone who will be able to understand and deal with his idiosyncrasies, or help him to overcome them. As for me, I’m still out there online dating and searching for Mr. Right amongst the Mr. Maybe’s. I am sure I will find him soon on the online dating front. I’m still waiting for five too (although a ten might be closer to what I’m looking for!)
Jim and I had been rapping online for awhile, and the time had arrived for us to meet face to face. Of course His picture portrayed a fair haired, handsome guy with awesome eyes and a winning smile, and when he arrived I was delighted to find that he looked like his picture down to the last delicious dimple. We talked for hours and seemed to have a mutual chemistry together that was rare to find. After a long romantic walk along the river holding hands, I suggested that he might like to go dancing as dusk was beginning to set. When he declined stating that he could not be out after dark, I was a bit disappointed, joking that perhaps he would turn into a werewolf when the sun went down. He laughed but neglected to go into details as to why he had to leave before dark. I assumed that maybe the lights on his car didn’t work or perhaps he had made other plans so I didn’t push it.
He called a few days later and asked me to lunch on Sunday, so we met at a cute beachside restaurant and laughed our way through fish and cheesecake. He took me for a scenic drive through a local area that I hadn’t explored, delivering an interesting and detailed commentary about historical sites, and telling fun tales about each area we visited. When he dropped me off at my car I felt excitement that I had finally met someone dating online that I could relate to. He was intelligent, fun and seemed to return my affection.
We continued to date for about a month, only on Sundays, only during the day and always having a fun time together. I noticed some peculiarities and tried to tell myself that everybody has some little weird quirk about them. For instance he seemed to follow a very precise schedule that he could not deviate from for any reason. He could not see me on Saturday because that was his day for yard work. I could see him on Sunday because that was his day for exercise, and we always had to do something active such as take hikes, play tennis or take long treks on the beach or over the bridge. I didn’t mind being active, but it was summer in Florida, and the constant heat was beginning to get to me. We couldn’t go out at night when it was cooler due to his mysterious need to be home before dark.
I know what you're thinking, because I thought the same thing at the time. This guy has got to be married! It seemed to be the most likely explanation to me, but he swore he was single. I had his address, his home phone number, his work number and was welcome to go to or call those places at any time. Bewildered, I declined the invitation to go to his house, and began to realize his problem was much more complicated than being married.
If you have ever seen the show “The Monk”, you have met a facsimile of Jim. He admitted to being Obsessive Compulsive and once it had been pointed out I started to put the pieces together. He always separated his food, counted his bites, and had other annoying habits along the same line. For instance, if he drove a certain route to pick me up, he had to take a completely different route when taking me home. He could not stand for anything to be out of balance, or lined up improperly. I found his habits to be interesting and at times we would even laugh together about them. Being a hypnotist, I offered to help him with free sessions, but he respectfully declined, stating a fear of being put under.
After our fourth date he drove me home and kissed me in the car (a first), and I invited him in for a cup of coffee. He said he couldn’t because he was waiting for the number five. I wasn’t really sure what he meant by that (maybe our fifth date?), We didn’t see each other again. I got an extended bout of the flu and had to decline our next few dates. I really was quite ill, but perhaps he thought I had finally foundered on his OCD. He didn’t call back after that, and neither did I. I guess I should have been flattered that he dated me at all. He must have thought I was perfectly balanced (after all, I am a Libra, the sign of balance), as he didn’t find the need to correct anything about me.
Jim was a sweet, funny, nice and interesting online date, and I hope he can find someone who will be able to understand and deal with his idiosyncrasies, or help him to overcome them. As for me, I’m still out there online dating and searching for Mr. Right amongst the Mr. Maybe’s. I am sure I will find him soon on the online dating front. I’m still waiting for five too (although a ten might be closer to what I’m looking for!)
