Mmmmuscles...

So one morning I was up kind of early and I thought that I'd just log on to the dating site as I drink my coffee. You know to check out if I received any new smiles etc. This message pops up in the instant message part(where you can chat live). The guy says: "You are stunning. May I introduce myself?"
I click delete, because my friend told me not to bother with instant messaging. So that was that, and on I went with my day...

Let's just call him: the guy I plan to have lots of sex with...no that's no catchy enough.
Hmmm. I know!
Let's just call him: Mr. Trouble.

A few nights later, I was on again and he pops up and wants to talk. So this time, I click on his profile and read what it says about him. It doesn't say very much actually. What I do know is that he's Black, 5"10. He was born in Trinidad. Lived in New York and Germany for a while, likes motorcycles and going out to dance clubs. He's 37. He likes to stay fit and often goes to the gym. He's cute! Mmmmuscles!!!

So I engage. I respond to his instant message. I can't remember what we talked about. I think I said something like "I'm not really one for instant messaging, email me..." And he said "I'm not really one for email", and gave me his phone number. This guy gives me tingles.

So the next day, I call him. I instantly like the sound of his voice. It's both smooth and deep. I ask him what he's doing, and he tells me that he's at Future Shop buying a T.V.

Ah, what? That's not sexy. So he's telling me about the T.V. that he's buying...
Ah, excuse me? That's not sexy. Why answer your phone? I ask him if I should call him later, or would he like to call me when he's done with his T.V. He says no, that he's at the cash right now and so he can talk. Fine. So we have a weird conversation where he's partly talking about extended warantees (I guess with the sales person) and then he comes back to me and asks me something about my life. I do remember that he asked me where I lived twice. Pay attention please! There will be a test!
Anyway, then he tells me that he's home and that he has to let me go because he's going to lose reception when he goes into the underground parking of his condo. I say fine. He says that he'll call me back. Hmmm...Girl Friday, trust your gut!

So I wait for a bit, and then I think "he's not calling". I decide to go online (why not right?) as I'm waiting. He's there and he instant messages me "I lost your number", so I give it to him, but he wants to talk online...I do for a bit, and then I tell him that I've got to go. Trust your gut! I think this guy is a total player.

So over the next week or so he calls me at odd times like 2:30 in the afternoon. I call him back and I get his voicemail. We talk occasionally, but never for very long. Basically, we keep leaving messages on each other's voicemail. Finally, I just decide to throw away his number and delete him from my phone.

The weekend passes and Sunday night I'm online. Again he pops up, and says something like "I lost your number". I tell him flat out "I think maybe that's a good thing".
"No!" he says, "I really want to meet you".
So we decide for some reason to talk on msn. We have a pretty flirtatious and somewhat "R" rated conversation. In fact, he's managed to make me want to meet him too. This guy is trouble for sure. A total player, I can just tell. I am completely intrigued. Did I mention that he's cute? Mmmmuscles remember? What should we do ladies?

I surrender and tell him that I'm free on Wednesday. We have a date.
Monday morning I get a text from him. It says: Good morning. How's your day so far?
Tuesday afternoon I get a text from him. It says: Anticipating tomorrow night.
Wednesday morning I get a text from him. It says: Are you ready for me???

OMG!

Date Night

So my friend comes over to baby sit for me and this time I'm prepared. His number is programmed into my phone, and I've set up my voicemail! Yay Girl Friday! I'm looking good, and this time I pull out my secret weapon: L'eau (my perfume) by Issey Miyake...no man can resist it.

Off I go to meet him at this nice restaurant nearby. Of course, I'm exactly on time. I tell the waiter that I need a table for two. He seats me near the back, and as I sit down he asks me what perfume I'm wearing (I'm not lying!!). Yes! I think to myself...it's already working. I tell him, and he says that it smells "incredible". I smile and say thanks.

Mr. Trouble arrives and greets me with a hug and a kiss. He says "Wow, you smell great. Nice to finally meet you." Awesome, another man crumbling at my feet...thank-you Issey Miyake! He sits down across the booth from me and tells me that I look beautiful. Aww.

He's more than cute. I can't take my eyes off him! I can see that the feeling is mutual. There's some serious chemistry happening here.

I honestly can not remember what we talked about! What I do remember is when he decided to join me on my side of the booth. He puts his arms around me, hesitates for a second and then kisses me. He just doesn't stop. I forgot how intoxicating it is when you kiss someone new for the first time. Then he orders me a piece of chocolate cake!!! Wow. What more can I say? I get to have my cake and eat it too...

I don't know how I managed to resist him enough to get him to drive me home. Even when he drops me off at my place, he just won't let me go...this guy is hot.

I thank him for the date, and he says that he'll talk to me tomorrow.

I go upstairs and dish with my friend about how awesome the night was!

I don't know how I'm going to fall asleep.

Apparently he feels the same way...he text messaged me four times in the night.

Sorry ladies, those ones are just for me...

Bridget Jones Diary

I've been feeling lately that maybe it's time to put myself out there and get back into the dating scene. I'm sure you can imagine how horrifying that thought is. I haven't been out on a date... a real date, with someone I've just met, in over a decade! I'm not really sure why I want to put myself through this, but I do. I'm not even completely sure that I'm ready for this. Well, there's only one way to find out. I'm going to take that next step. But ladies...I can't take that step alone...no, no, so I'm bringing you along with me!
Are we ready?!! Let's go! How does my hair look?

So the dating scene has changed over the past decade, and I've got to get with the times. Recently, a friend of mine told me about the great luck she had finding her boyfriend online. I've met him and he's fantastic. Yes, I know, online dating? Me?
At first, I wasn't sure. It just seemed so unnatural. I've always been the type of person who believes things happen for a reason, if it's meant to be it's meant to be, and that I would meet someone in an unforced natural setting...

Scenario 1:
Like when I'm volunteering at the orphanage, and the handsome young doctor comes by to make sure all the kids are doing well...our eyes meet...and the rest of course is history.

Scenario 2:
I'm at a small art gallery, inquiring about purchasing some art and a handsome man stands next to me, and asks me if I like the painting that I'm looking at. I tell him no, that it's a bit too 'busy' for where I want to hang it in my place. He looks gutted, and tells me that he's the artist. I take pity on him, and invite him out for dinner...and the rest of course is history.

So...the other night my friend came over and we put me online. I have to admit, it was kind of exciting. My profile is a mixture of light-hearted stuff and a general overview of what my interests are. The only part where I thought, maybe I'm stretching the truth a bit, is where it asks you what outdoor activities you like. One of the things that I clicked was that I like boating and sailing. Well, technically that is true...but I haven't really been sailing since I was a teenager. I can picture the date right now, when he takes me for a sail on Lake Ontario. The weather seemed fine when we left the marina...the wind picks up, and then the rain..."what do you mean you don't really sail?" No, that wouldn't happen, right? What are the chances...

So on this dating site, you need a profile name and a catch phrase.
My name is "yourgirlfriday".
I borrowed this name from one of my favourite old movies. Starring Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell.

His Girl Friday (1940) is Howard Hawk's speedy and hysterically funny, modern-style screwball comedy, and one of the best examples of its kind in film history. Although it has a 92 minute running time, the breath-taking, fast-paced film has more than enough dialogue for a 3-hour movie. The film marked the beginning of a number of screwball comedies in the 1940s that emphasized the conflict for women in deciding between love/marriage and professional careers.

My catch phrase is "I was told there would be cake!"
My friend gave me a bit of a tutorial and then sent me off to search. I kept my search pretty basic...guys between the ages of 35-40, who live within ten miles of me. There were lots of hits.

Bridget Jones Diary:
Let's just call him Mr. Blue Eyes.
So he 'smiled' at me. Which means that he wants you to know that he's interested. Now, I've gotten many smiles, but this was the first one that I 'smiled' back at.
So then, he emailed me "Hi". I emailed back "Hi" (Don't worry, we're not going to be here all night) We talked a bit that way, exchanging emails. He told me a little about himself, and I did the same. (By the way, it says on my profile that I'm a single mom)
So, then he said, let's talk on the phone, and I agreed. He gave me his number and I said that I would call him.
This is exciting. And promising. He seems like a nice, normal guy. He's 6 foot, he likes to play hockey. He wants to spend less time at work...all sounding great.
We talked on the phone, and at first it was a bit strange. But we quickly got over that, and had a nice conversation. So then, he asked me if we'd like to meet. I said sure! So we planned to get together for a drink the following Wednesday.

Date night:
My friend came over to babysit for me. She was helping me put his number into my phone in case I need to call him, and she noticed that I had a new voicemail.
"But I've never set up my voicemail" I say...
"Well you've got a call from someone in the 905 region."
"I don't recognize the number...It's not the one that he gave me so no worries."

This is that scene in the movie when the audience knows, but the main character is left out of the loop.

So off I go, to meet him for 8:30 at this nice bar on Queen St.

Of course, I'm exactly on time.
So I order a drink and wait at the bar.
And wait...and wait...and wait.
I call my friend, and explain, she can't believe it! I've been stood up! The bartender doesn't believe it, Eric McCormack (Will from Will & Grace) who is sitting at the next table, doesn't believe it...I can't believe it! So I finish my drink and leave. I waited half and hour, that is long enough!
As I'm walking to catch the street car, I call Mr. Blue Eyes and get his voicemail. I tell him that I waited and that for a girl who likes to be ontime, half an hour is too much! Oh, and then I say: Don't bother calling me back!

I get in the door to my place, and discuss with my friend...who also fills me in on who was kicked off America's Next Top Model, when my phone rings.
Oh, no, it's him. I say hello, and he's so upset. He asked me if I got his voicemail this morning. He left it at 9:00 am, so that I would have enough notice. (very thoughtful of him) He used his home phone, so I didn't recognize the number. "Who doesn't have voicemail?!" He's terribly sick, and had to cancel the date. Now, after hearing my message, he thinks that maybe it was for the best. I feel so bad. I felt like Bridget Jones when she puts her foot in her mouth, and then tries to talk her way out of it. Not so good. By the end of the conversation, I had apologized and he said that he'll call me when he's feeling better.

So, it looks like I can use my "If it's meant to be, it's meant to be" philosophy afterall.

So ladies, I'm not holding my breath.