50blinddates

Well, I wasted no time and hit the personal ads as soon as I made my vow to set off on this dating frenzy. I started with Craigslist since I am addicted to perusing their ‘Missed Connections’ listings anyway (it’s my replacement for soap operas since I gave up cable). I was immediately reminded by my friend that the one and only guy I ever met on Craigslist proved to be a total nut-job cleverly hidden beneath a sexy accent and uber-hot body. I should have noticed that the skiddishness was more than just his being nervous due to my utter beauty! Turns out that a coke habit was likely the cause of his jitters… and constant trips to the washroom that left him all sniffely. Anyhow, I figured they couldn’t possibly all be coked-up bastards with zero dating skills and decided to have a look.

After weeding out the ads with pics of fat and hairy men in speedos and others with penis shots; I came across two that got my attention in a way that didn’t involve my throwing up in my mouth a little. One was a very witty little ditty with no picture but stats that sounded ideal: tall, early 30’s, dark hair and eyes, handsome, educated, etc. I sent him an equally witty email which ended with my politely asking to see a pic. About an hour later, he politely obliged and what I saw was that he was tall and ultra-skinny–bordering on lanky and his “dark hair” was a dream of what once was judging by the few pieces left combed over his otherwise bald scalp. Hmmm… not good. A day later and I have yet to come up with a polite and witty way to tell him “Homey don’t play that!”.

The other potential suitor has so far proved worthy of my attention. I admit that his pic caught my eye first and then his raw-but-with-good-grammar post just confirmed that I needed to get on it. He appears to be in good shape - not too thin and not obese. He is wearing a cool t-shirt that shows off his torso just right and a pair of jeans in a nice rinse that fit him as jeans should. He’s got good hair and is smiling in one pic and kinda goofing around in both — sense of humour and ability to act silly and laugh at oneself are definite turn-ons. I emailed back and was quite frank about the fact that I don’t see the point in emailing and chatting forever and that we should meet if he likes what he sees in my pic - as if there was any doubt! *grin* Needless to say that he did reply, we did chat on MSN for abit and I am still impressed if not a little excited! Hurrah! So, we will likely meet tomorrow evening over coffee. Will be firming up plans tonight after I get back from drinks with friends on a closed patio overlooking the water now that Spring has finally sprung!

Will report back with deets later.

xo

I have always believed that you should have the highest of standards when it comes to yourself — especially true in terms of the men that you date, since utlimately you date them in hopes that they will be “the one”–the one who sets your heart a flutter for as long as you both shall live. So when my friends tell me that I am too picky, I have a really hard time seeing how that is a problem. If you settle you will end up with shit! Why would I want to date shit??

One thing that I am guilty of in terms of dating though is maybe being a little close minded–yes, strange for a girl who earns a living writing about sex. I tend to want things to go the traditional route: boy see’s girl and is smitten. Girl see’s boy and is also smitten. Boy asks girl out on date. Sadly, since my work tends to keep me in my apartment with only my dog for company (I can’t get it up for my stories at Starbucks like other writers), the opportunity to meet a guy the ol’ school way is just not really there. I realize now at the ripe age of 35 (going on 16) that I really do have to stop making fun of and swearing off other avenues such as Internet dating, set ups and all that. It is not just this realization that has given me the manic shove to get out there and try online dating and such, but also to prove that Mr.Perfect-for-me-in-spite-of-my-unusually-HIGH-standards really does exist and to shut-my-friends-and-family-the-fuck-up along-the-way.

So, as of today, I (who we will call ‘2Picky‘ ) solemly vow to go on 50 blind dates in search of Mr.Right. I also vow to record every hideous/creepy/inane/funny/embarassing and hopefully juicy detail so that other women can learn something from my experience… hopefully something positive though at this particular second I doubt it. Oops - trying to keep my mind as open as Jenna Jameson’s legs!

My search begins on Craigslist…