Friday, March 16, 2012

24 hours later. . .

24 hours after signing up the website sends me an email congratulating me for getting 81 views to my profile; told you, great ego boost.  Then why don’t I feel good?  Because I want instant gratification like everyone else in our society.  Yes, I’d had 81 views but were they quality, no.  I’m about to start my Sunday routine of getting in the shower and going to bed, dreading the week ahead when I decide to scroll through the thumbnails at the bottom of the app’s screen.  There he is!  He looks a little like Phil Dunphy, one of my many TV husbands.  I click into his profile, he’s a doctor!  Cha-ching!  He has a nice face.  I decide to message him.  I hadn’t done that up until this point, only received messages.  As I hit the send button I’m thinking this guy is not going to respond.  He’s cute, he’s a doctor, he probably gets tons of-wait, he responded!  Here we go!  We continue to email a few times, we exchange phone numbers, he wants to call me.  Whoa!  Hold the phone.  Literally.  Hold.  The.  Phone.   No bueno!  The noise in my house right now is equivalent to that of a sonic boom, talk about scaring someone away.  He knows I have kids but this is not the way to introduce them.  No, let’s keep it to texting for now.  He wants to meet.  Roadblock or shall I say Cockblock!  My 21 year old daughter (yes, you read that correctly, I have a 21 year old daughter.  Yes, she’s mine, I birthed her out.  Ok, I was REALLY young when I had her.  Do the math.  Done?  Get it?  Got it?  Good, now get over it.  Move on, there’s much  more to see here.)  My daughter does not like to babysit for me.  Doesn’t matter how I beg, plead, or bribe her, she won’t do it.  My kids are mini dictators it’s like living with Stalin and Mussolini.  My daughter is also anti-social, a homebody, a couch potato.  She’s obsessed with TV.  She wants to work in the industry so it’s all good except she tries to lure us into her world and doesn’t like when we try to escape!  Luckily for me I have a secret weapon, an ally, a partner in crime.  Dadadada- a sister!  Yes, she agrees to come up to my place and babysit while I meet the doctor.  Yes, I did it!  My second date in two years!  Go me, go me, go me!

Hold on!  Stop the press!  Who’s that?!  I catch a glimpse of another thumbnail.  Now keep in mind these pics are tiny but from what I could see, I had to investigate further.  I click into his profile.  Ok, he kind of reminds me of Dan Cortese when Dan Cortese was popular.  If you are too young to know who that is Google him but make sure you find an old picture because he’s looking kind of plastic these days, or just click here: http://tinyurl.com/8xo3kah Wait!  What?!  Occupation:  Hit man.  Ok, this guy has gotten my attention, he’s too much!  Hmmm, the doctor responded to me, what about the hit man?  Let’s see, I’m intrigued!  I message him, “You’re not a hit man!”  Response:  “Shhhhhh, lol.”  Well, well, well.  I message again, “Well aren’t you going to tell me what you do?”  He answers.  Mommy likey!  He suggests we move the conversation to our personal emails which we do.  By the time I’m snuggling into bed he’s sent me his number.  Time to turn on the sass!  I respond that I need my beauty sleep and will send him my number in the morning.  Not bad for 24hours;)

I wake up the next day feeling great!  I have a date tomorrow with a doctor and I’ve got Dan Cortese waiting for my number.  Life is good.  I text Dan and we have a short conversation.  He asks me when I’m available.  This is a toughie, I need to figure this out.  The children don’t have scheduled visitations with their father, we have a flexible schedule, but I’m going to have to do something if I’m going to start dating.  Let’s start with weekends I say.  He tells me he’s 40, cool I’m 37.  Up to this point most guys that have shown any type of interest in me range from 25-30.  Good for a taste but not for a swallow.  And then that was it!  End of conversation!  Ugh!  Did he think I was younger?  Is he into younger girls? Oh well, I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow.

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