Number 42…hmmm…Yet another miss….We met when I contacted him and he responded back (remember, this is not a given at all!) He had only moved here from the midwest a few months earlier so he hadn’t been fully corrupted yet–and that is a good thing. What do I mean by corrupted? In southern California, the standard of beauty here is off the charts! Many women here (and many men too) spend (in my humble opinion, mind you) too much time on the outside ‘package’ and not enough on what’s inside. I feel if you spend a lot of time dating here, your expectations start to warp and you end up looking for the perfect beach bunny with the genius IQ and incredible personality (who, in reality, just doesn’t exist–at least in sufficient quantities!) Consequently, you get into a dating rut where you are always searching for something and you never end up finding it… Anyway, he wasn’t here long enough to be in that rut so I was happy to find him! I had an appreciation for his mid-western values!
He traveled a lot with his job so it took awhile until we could meet up for a date but he kept e-mailing me periodically during his travels so by the time we met, I felt fairly comfortable and felt I knew a lot about him and his family. We decided to meet at a nice restaurant for lunch. And it was nice. Just like so many other dates–nothing was really wrong, just no sparks. Not even a sparklet. We had a very pleasant lunch. Just nothing beyond that. He was leaving for another business trip and said he would call when he got back. Still waiting. Actually, not really. I felt nothing. Sigh. This is getting old.
Lesson learned:
1. You cannot force chemistry. Either it’s there or it’s not. Bummer.