Dating Diary, Installment 6: Lucky!
Tonight's date is one for the books folks. This guy sends me an eye contact that says, Ooh send me an email! He has no picture posted so I check out his profile. After reading a brief summary of what this man is looking for I reply to his email with something simple like, Ok, here's your reply-start talking! I know that's a real smarty-pants approach but what can he expect with no picture and no real information to go on? He later replies with this like super long email (rose attached of course) explaining the essence of who he is. He's not looking like future husband material to me but still someone cool to just hang out with. Conversation after conversation I found him to be a nice guy. We decided to meet at a local pub called Branton's. I arrived early-for once subsequently he phoned saying he would be late, I hung up and turned off my cell. Cool, I enjoyed a glass of wine and waited patiently.
Now, keep in mind that I have never seen a picture of him but by his description he was of average build, blue eyes and as he said..taller than me. As I continued to wait, I thought I'd better forewarn the bartender that if this guy is ugly...it will be her job to distract him as I get out of dodge. (FYI-always make nice with the bartender. Not only will they hook your drinks up they'll even cut the tab for you). We shake on it, laugh and she excuses herself to make a phone call. Minutes later I see a man somewhat-fitting his description enter. He looks at me and waves. I get up, walk over to him, identify myself and tell him to join me. He smiles, says, "Well if you insist", and follows me to a table. We talked about everything from work to family to dating. I was impressed. It was almost as if he wasn't anything like his profile or emails. Regardless, I'm saying to myself, you go girl because he was delicious and far from average!
About 20 minutes into the conversation I overheard this guy totally having a meltdown at the bar as he explains to the bartender that he is here to meet this girl from Cupid and how he got tied up at work and when he tried to call her cell phone just kept going to voicemail. No longer listening to "my" date I eavesdrop carefully. This guy goes on to ask the bartender if she has seen a woman fitting my description. She glances at me quickly and answers no to his question. I totally wink at her for not blowing up my spot and then, at that very moment it hit me…who the hell is this guy??? Feeling somewhat stupid I'm thinking this guy must think I am like the local lonely hearts, welcome wagon!!
Totally embarrassed, I ask him if he always meets strange woman in the bar and joins them. He started laughing hysterically and says, "Now don't be angry, but the bartender is my sister…I just look at him like…yeah, and??? He goes on to explain that when I came in the bar and explained to her why I was there she thought I would be the perfect match for her brother who conveniently owns the bar and lives in the apartment above it. He said that he trusts his sister's opinion and came right away to catch me before my date did. I just looked at him. I didn't know if I should have been angry or embarrassed. In all honesty, his whole hottie Colin Farrell look thing was clouding my brain. Finally I just laughed and asked him what I should do about my 'real' date waiting nervously at the bar. He stood, extended his hand and said follow me. I followed my hunky celeb look-alike behind the bar and through the kitchen and out the back door. We laughed so hard realizing the clever-caper we just pulled off. He held out his hand and introduced himself as Branton. Did I feel guilty about the guy waiting in the bar? Sure. So, I called his cell and explained that I waited for a while and left-which is true. And since I'm not a total ass I rescheduled to meet him at a later date.
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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