Thinking the guys may be different if I made a drop in elevation, I started talking with Carl because he was only 5’10”. Well, not only because of his height…he had lots of tattoos as well! Along with tattoos, and sub-6 foot height, Carl seemed to have a good nature to him. We talked on the phone a couple times, and he was calm, kind of like Mack. Because of scheduling issues, last night seemed like our best option to meet. I wouldn’t be just meeting him, though; I’d be meeting seven of his friends. I went to his house before we left, and they were not the warmest folk toward me. Carl was still getting ready and thankfully one of the seven decided to have a conversation with me. I wandered around a little bit and came across some awards Carl had received. They confirmed his claim in his profile that he volunteered with Big Brothers. Those awards sat next to stacks of books that he was studying from to move his career along. Career motivated but also has time to volunteer? He even has the desire to volunteer? That’s pretty rare to find. At this point, I had seen his roommates and friends more than Carl so I was a little worried that this wasn’t the best idea. The princess finally emerged from his room, ready to go out. We piled into cabs and headed for Arlington. Carl was really polite, and he did a good job of balancing a “boys’ night” and a match date all at the same time. We sat closely together around a couple tables, and we soon started playing a drinking game. His friends eased up and were way friendlier to me at the bar—hm, was that because they actually liked me or just because they had alcohol and didn’t care at that point? Either way, it was fun, but after a couple hours, Carl asked if I wanted to leave. I told him sure, hoping he meant that he would be leaving with me and not that he was kicking me out.
Thirty minutes later, we were back at his house—alone. It’s strange to say that we had been together for about four hours yet had never been totally alone. We talked for a little bit and it was just okay. I think we had both fallen into a sleepy mood because of the hectic day we each had and the alcohol was making us drowsy. I couldn’t tell if he liked me or not, and he probably felt the same since I didn’t really know if I liked him either. Before I left, I got a hug and a, “I’ll talk to you later,” from Carl. That’s code for “I’ll never speak to you again.” I’m learning things as I go, and I have learned to not expect anything when a guy tells me that. If a guy is interested in me, he will make the plan in the moment for the next date. This whole online dating thing is starting to get frustrating. I can’t believe out of all these guys, that Eric was the only one to make it beyond one or two dates. Ew, Eric is the best evidence I’ve got that online dating is where I’ll meet someone? Every time I feel like I could step away from match, I log on to simply peruse the options and end up signing my life away again. Why should this time be any different? If Carl contacts me then I’ll deal with it then, but for now, I need to see what some of my other choices are.
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