Two's Company

With summertime winding down, A and I took advantage of the weather and went out to the Georgetown Waterfront. I had been there a few times before, but I was a teenager. And I was also with my parents. The Waterfront is a bit different when you’re on a match date, drinking alcohol, and grasping at things to talk about. I was trying my darndest to get A to open up; I mean, if you’re gonna spend time with me, you’re gonna have to talk to me at some point. Okay, technically, he could really just look at me the whole time, but I can be annoying and talk until he breaks! So, that’s what I did. And we actually talked. Like had a real conversation, going back and forth. He declared he was content with his life how it was and didn’t have any plans to change it. Of course in my mind I heard that he doesn’t want to get married, having kids isn’t an inkling in his mind, and he basically just wants me for…company? What does he want me for anyway? Hmm. I guess A could read me pretty well. He made a comment that I needed a Sugar Daddy. Knowing that he’s…okay, whatever, he’s rich…knowing that, made it slightly awkward for me to have to agree with him. Well, I’m one who embraces awkwardness so I enthusiastically agreed: “Yes! That’s exactly what I need! But I gotta meet one first, I guess.” Oh ya, I did it, I pushed the button. I smiled. He smiled. We both knew what we were getting at. After a few hours we headed back to his car. I brazenly held his hand on the walk, partially because I felt like I was going to tip over in my platforms, but also because I was curious if I would like him at all. I didn’t. He didn’t like me either, I knew. I was decently drunk, it was a gorgeous night, and there were white lights lining the trees (one of my most favorite things in the world!) so who cares if this guy didn’t like me and only wanted to talk to me online and take me out? There’s worse things I guess. I had to realize, though, not to expect anything more from him. I’d be fine with hanging out, but now I have to keep looking.

The looking is getting a bit tedious. And I’m finding that within the first two weeks of subscribing, I pretty much was in contact with everyone I had an interest in—whether it was already meeting them, emailing, winking, exchanging numbers, WHATEVER, and so now my search efforts are kinda pointless. My efforts to be diplomatic and respond to everyone that emailed me have stopped completely. I don’t want to hide my profile just yet—meaning that I won’t be visible to anyone—because I may be drawing back on my search but someone else may be looking for me. Well, there are people looking for me, and one of them might be worth going out with.

Awkward Landing

Surprisingly, the stars aligned and A and I were able to meet up while we were both in D.C. We went to Fly Lounge which is designed to look like you’re in a plane. How clever! Every so often, there would be a giant puff of smoke that would engulf you in an effort to be clouds. The cloud was a tad suffocating, but the idea was neat. A is tall and a pretty big guy, but definitely my type. He was quick to head towards the bar and get us drinks. The place was crowded and loud, and I’m not so sure I’m a fan of that anymore. I met some of his friends that were there, and conversation was at a minimum because it was just too darn loud to hear anyone say anything. We knew we would see each other the next night when we went out to a restaurant and not a plane so I wasn’t worried that we couldn’t talk all that much. After a couple hours, we left to walk to A’s car so he could drop me back at my hotel.

The next night, we went out to Rosa Mexicano in the city. A informed me that he frequented the place a lot, and he appeared to be buddy-buddy with the bartender. She gave me a look that told me he had brought other girls there, too. Whatever, I told myself. It was a good meal, at a nice place, and I was getting the chance to see the city—something I probably would never do if I hadn’t met him. It’s also nice that A is doing quite well in the financial department. It helps that he doesn’t have any kids to take care (none at least that I know of) so what better way to spend his money than on me?! Well, probably me and all those other girls he’s bringing to Rosa Mexicano. After dinner, we went to a couple other bars in the area, and even though we talked during dinner, the rest of the night I felt like he wanted me to be a mute. I was confused why he would bother going out with someone if you’re not going to talk to them, so the next day, I called him. Um, AWKWARD! He clearly sticks to gchat for a reason. The conversation didn’t last long…I guess he’s not looking for anything serious? If he wants to go out again, I’d go. He may not be the most interesting company, and he may have more than just one girl on his gchat list, but who knows where else he’ll take me! I can always go out with him, and another guy who's more serious, right?

Gee, Chat Me Up In Person, Please!

As I’m getting more comfortable with match.com, I’ve been trying some different things. I’ve wondered if there’s a difference in reaction to a wink or a message? I usually prefer a message because, let’s face it, they’re the ones who have to do the most thinking in getting the conversation started. Apparently, I’m horrendous at this because I never get a response to a message. If I wink, though, I will either get a wink back or a message will come. I thought I was pretty good at crafting the first round of emails, but I guess not. I’ll stick with winking. I’ve tried to be diplomatic and give some sort of response to everyone, but it’s getting to be too much. And really, a lot of these guys don’t respond to me either, even if they are the ones who initiate the conversation!

With D out of the picture, and thank goodness because those AIM conversations were getting to be a bit juvenile, I’m open to my other choices. I’ve been talking with A, and by talking I mean gchatting (wait, wasn’t I just happy to be done with D’s AIM conversations? Now I’ve graduated to talking through an email system??). Gchatting is the impersonal alternative to actual conversation, and even though I’m slightly annoyed that he won’t have a brief convo on the phone, I’ll reassess his worth after meeting him. For now, we’re planning on meeting up this weekend when we will both be in D.C. with friends. It’s not a for sure thing, but an if-it-works-out-that-way thing. Hmm, I wonder what A will do in person when he actually has to use his mouth to talk to me and not his computer keyboard??