Dating Diary, Installment 2: Proposal on the First Date?
 As I lay in bed and recap what the heck just happened... even my memories are in disbelief!
Ok, the date actually came about because this guy sent me like 10 "I think you're hot" eye contacts throughout one day. I typically don't respond to them because serious Cupid-Minions pay for their memberships but I gave into the possibility of actually meeting someone who may worship me as his Cupid Goddess.
Ok, so I send him a message telling him to tell more about himself so we can get to know each other a little better. He sends back a message that was heaven sent. From what I read, it sounded like we would make a great match. So, we messaged each other for a while throughout the following weeks. He seems normal, just a little intense about wanting to settle down but hey if that's his pitch…I'll catch it... for now.
So, I take the initiative and ask him for his phone number and he quickly obliges. We talked on the phone briefly, in part because I was at work and decided to meet up after work for a little happy-hour get-together. We met at the local eatery and almost instantly I realized that he had an uncomfortable gaze thing he was doing to me. The first 3 times I caught him I was almost flattered but by the like the 15th time I was getting just a little freaked out. I ate; he gazed, I talked, he gazed, I asked why he gazed and he said because he just couldn't take his eyes off me. Momentarily my brain radioed my ego and said "Do not abort mission-subject is fully vested in target, I repeat; Do not abort mission!" So, ego completely does a systems override on the logical part of my brain and I smile.
The dinner went well; he talked openly about wanting to be in love and looking forward to being married. At some point he asked me if I was free next week to get married... I laughed and just kept on eating. He then said," No really?" Do you wanna get married? I'm like easy there K-Fed and proceeded to give him a list of reasons why I wasn't interested in marriage (ok so I lied, just not with him) he appeared to be listening but not. Like he said yeah and nodded his head from time to time but for the most part there was something weird about him and I just couldn't figure it out. The date ended on a good note with him telling me to expect a surprise tomorrow. By all outward appearances, I looked happy but inside... I secretly hate surprises and could feel the anxiety building as he spoke.
The following day, I arrive to work at the usual time (typically 5-10 minutes after the time I am supposed to be there) I head for my office to check my email to see what my surprise could be and I am greeted by a coworker who says "Somebody likes you! I'm like huh? She points to a small room filled with floral arrangements in decorative vases. She tells me that they are all for me and were delivered early this morning. I'm like what the?
First off I did not give this weirdo any personal information aside from my cell phone number. Damn Google!! As I fight off a serious babies breath induced asthma attack and try to focus through blurred vision I read the cards adorning each bouquet... You are the one... Our lives are forever one... Together, we are one... Love has no limits..! Ok, I'm so freaked out I'm like looking around the room expecting this guy to jump out at any minute. I go into my office and call him. He asks me if I liked my surprise. I'm like -no! He's like, "Oh, well I know you're the one". "We were meant to be together" ...and so on. I ask how he got my work information and he said he just called random agencies in the city I live in to find me and after the 60th call he found my office. I can't believe my ears-I'm thinking that this guy is a stalker for real. So, I gather my thoughts and ask... as nice as I could for him NOT to contact me on the site, at my job, at my home or the home of anyone in the city where he might track me. He apologized for being so forward and said "Whatever you want-talk to you tomorrow," and hung up!
I must change my preferences!!
Ms. Redding is a real user of Cupid.com writing a book about her dating experiences, online and off. The good, the bad, and the As If!!! If you are a publisher, contact her immediately! Don't steal her content or she'll kick your a**.
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