It’s about time I start having some good news to share so guess who had a nice date this weekend? Yes, it’s true. A nice sunny day, good eats and great conversation with plenty of laughter is how Second Chance and I enjoyed a Sunday afternoon.
You know there’s always a story behind the naming of a hangover, so here’s how he received his. This wasn’t our first encounter as Second Chance had initially contacted me almost a month ago on POF, but he failed. Miserably. We’d exchanged numbers after a few messages back and forth online and as I said I would, made that first phone call and left a message for a call back. The dude NEVER called. Of course I was a little annoyed pissed knowing I’m a good catch for anyone on that site, but brushed it off and went on about my business. About a week or two later, I get a message from him saying “Hi, I’m sorry I’m just now contacting you but I lost your number. What is it again or can you just give me a call back?”
I snidely replied that he made it obvious that he’s bad at following up for losing the number in the first place, and he was even more of a loser by waiting so long to follow up, explain and apologize. I wished him good luck and told him I’d have to pass on giving out my number a second time and went on about my business. He was taken aback by my reply but understood, and that was the end of him. Until his second attempt which was a little more appealing:
“Sometimes we want what is bad, and loathe what is good for us. Whatever the
reality is that we create, it is what it is. Your smile reminds me of something
I once knew. It made me feel good, reminded me of home. I know our paths didn’t
cross properly but they still crossed... So I’m saying hello again. Please don’t take me
as some internet looking- for-love type guy..."
Alright, so the first part seemed a little cheesy but the tone of the message seemed quite sincere, so when I received this second message from him about 2 weeks ago, I stepped outside of the halls of stubbornness and decided to see if he was worthy of an exception so I agreed to talk to him. I made it perfectly clear that he’d better make it worth my while by me communicating with him and within an hour of getting my number, this time he called and so began one of several refreshing conversations.
Those first few phone calls that you have with someone new are actually pre-meeting screening tools. You have the ability to gauge based on how they carry on over the phone, number of interruptions and need for a call back and just the general flow of things to decide if you’re dealing with someone you’d even want to meet.
What I liked about Second Chance leading up to our meeting was his warm and outgoing personality; he’s educated and well spoken but also has some street smarts. He has a great career as an engineer for a major telecommunications company, lives alone and only has one child, showcased a sense of humor and loves the San Francisco bay area as much as I do. Needless to say, it was only a short period of time before we were both asking ‘When are we going to meet?”
Sounds good so far, right?
Fast forward to Thursday evening, and another phone conversation where we shared a few stories and plenty of laughs and the date was planned. Second Chance told me he would work around my schedule (yahoo, loved hearing that), the destination was my choice (I’m a breakfast nut so that was easy) and said I could consider our outing as a belated Mother’s Day treat. Aw, how sweet.
So how about that first meeting/date? Well…. here’s what he did well:
– Called to confirm the meeting time and place the night before
– Checked in the day of to confirm I was still able to make it
– Called to advise when he was en route
– Waited outside the restaurant for me (remember story about Ghetto 2Pac)
– Freshly shaven, clean clothes, shoes, nails and teeth and smelled GREAT
– Smiled to show he was REALLY happy to see me
– Complimented what I was wearing and said my hair was “beautiful” (yes, it was pretty damn cute!!)
– Told me how happy he was we’d finally met
– Able to carry on a conversation without any uncomfortable moments of silence
– Laughed at my jokes and stories (Yay!)
– Was courteous to the waitress AND left an appropriate tip
After all of this, it sounds like a date that went off without a hitch, right? The only thing left is the question of what he looked like and does he look anything like this profile pictures? I guess I didn’t mention it in the beginning because of all of the guilt one of my friends tried to lay on me when I complained about this one little thing.
Here’s how you go from excited to being disappointed in 30 seconds.
Thank goodness I’d arrived early AND was able to park facing the direction Second Chance would be coming from, because this prepared me for all that I was about to see. I saw him as he turned the corner into the shopping center, I watched him as his legs took him across the parking lot to the front entrance. I watched my expression in my rearview mirror go from happy thoughts and anticipation to a loud sigh that sounded like a deflated air mattress as I quickly sized up a stocky man who probably stood no taller than 5 foot 3 inches tall. He is too damn short!
I know, I’ve been down this road before with USBC and no matter how many times I hear that I should just roll with it and give a guy a chance, even if he is vertically challenged, there’s something about a short man that just doesn’t do it for me. I feel bad even writing this because he is a nice guy, we got along well and I wouldn’t mind seeing him again but damn. I think I even may have had him by a few inches because my range of view was more of his forehead when we were standing instead of his eyes and I was wearing some pretty conservative heels (only about 3 inches).
Naturally, if there’s something about a person that stands out it eventually becomes more of a distraction to the point where I started feeling a little weird because I kept noticing how short his legs and arms were and that his hands were about the same size as my little miniature paws. It was so bad to the point of me nearly asking “How tall ARE you?”
I didn’t ask; in fact, there was probably no indication in my mannerisms whatsoever that I was anything other than pleased. I enjoyed the company, the food was good and as we continued our conversation I’d already classified him as having potential for a cool friend to do things with and that would probably be it.
Say what you want about me but it is a well known fact that out of all of the shortcomings some women will deal with, the height thing is not one of them.