He emailed me on Monday (as in, two days ago). He sent only two sentences which would normally not sit well with me. He asked that I write back. Then he wrote "pretty please" in caps. How could I not? His profile read well, his pictures looked good (hard to see but for one), he had things to say, I LIKED what he said, he was close by..... I'm sure there's something wrong with him, I thought.
I logged onto the dating site in hopes to find him there. I wanted to chat with seemingly Mr. Perfect-For-Me. He wasn't on. I futzed around doing other things. As I was about to log off, I saw him. I IM'd him. Connection. We chatted for about 30 minutes. He seemed as good as his profile. Okay. Caution. He asked me to call him. You know I hate the phone. I called. An hour and a half (or so - I lost track of time) we hung up. I think I smiled most of the conversation. He wanted to meet me. I wanted the same.
The next day I talked to him during my entire lunch hour. When could he see me? When did he want to meet, I asked. "A half hour ago" he said. Big smile. Damn - he keeps saying the right things. The following night. He picked the place.
Each time we talk, email, or text, we find more we think alike or have in common. It's downright eerie. Tonight will be interesting, to say the least. All I know is I haven't been looking forward to a date this much in I don't know how long. My guess would be John, dare I speak the name? I'd say my golden rule of not getting my hopes up is still intact but I'd by lying through my
Did I mention he has a black lab?
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