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Slip Out the Back, Jack

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Exit strategies…particularly appropriate to discuss following my last post.

After a comfortable, pleasant date, I received an email letting me know that he had met his special someone in the days after our date. Was he just letting me down easy? Whether or not it’s the truth, he was kind and considerate enough to let me know I wouldn’t be hearing from him.

My friend Amy had been on two dates with a man who was calling to make plans for the third. She wasn’t interested. She couldn’t say she’d met someone; they’d been introduced by a mutual friend and she might be found out. It was wrong to both the man and the friend to ignore his calls.

My daughter suggested the obvious. The fade away. “I can’t this week. No, not next week either. I’m just so busy this month. I’m under too much stress at work; it wouldn’t be fair to ask you to be around me. I think I’m getting sick; I don’t want you to catch it. My friend is coming to town and staying with me; I have no idea when she’s leaving.”

There’s no easy way to say it. No easy way to hear it. But nicer is…well…nicer.

Any “exit strategy” you’d like to share?

Define “Success”

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A couple of weeks ago I was perusing the daily specials, the menu of men that one site was recommending for me. One stood out. I’m not sure why, but something…. I messaged him and said just that.

We emailed back and forth, agreed we should meet, and made a plan. Sounds easy, but it took us weeks to come up with a time. He picked an interesting place for drinks. I appreciated the effort that went into finding a good spot. We were off to a good start; this was the first date I’ve gone into optimistically.

It also marked another dating milestone; my first ever nighttime date (and a Saturday, no less!). Threw me into a tizzy of wardrobe decisions. I sent photos of me in various ensembles to friends in a group text. I left them to discuss the options and make the decision while I showered. Thank you, village-it-took-to-dress-me.

We had tons of things in common. We talked about the arcs of our families and how we had gotten to this same place. We share political views and social sensibilities. We both have casual styles. After talking for over 2 hours (and only a couple of drinks each), we were surprised how much time had passed. We parted with a slightly awkward hug and agreed that this had been a successful date. We would definitely do it again.

But what did we mean by successful? There were no sparks. It was a nice evening. Which is what I said in my brief email the next day; “thanks for a very nice evening.” A couple of days passed, and I heard back.

Ready? He wrote to tell me that he had met someone…he believed “the one,” in the days since we’d met (I believe he was sincere). He was kind and encouraging, and thoughtful enough to let me know. I’m nothing but happy for him, for them, and for their fireworks.

Full Disclosure

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So we’ve made some connection and a couple of emails have passed between us. Now what? Do we step out from the site and share our personal email addresses? How much am I willing to share without meeting? And how much do I actually want to know?

In the early days of email, our addresses were cryptic and anonymous. Now we so commonly use our names that signatures are redundant. Sharing personal email with a new flirtation is the gateway to Google searches and Facebook stalking.

Is this OK? I’m not sure. To protect myself and maintain some control, I have a separate email account sans last name. Unnecessarily optimistic, since I’ve googled me and found only trace signs that I exist. I’ve found others with my same name. Even a photo of my ex-husband.  Do I have to go public with My Frog Princes to put myself on the map? Naaa.

But when I get the passcode into his world, I use it. Hesitantly. I’ll do some precautionary due diligence, but I don’t want to dig too deep. How can we really understand things we read when they lack context? Bad intel may lead to unmerited high hopes or create unwarranted negative expectations. Do we admit to having done the searches, or is it taken for granted that we both will (The correct answer is “yes.”)?

When we learn too much in advance, what will we talk about if we meet? If we already know the answers to the interview questions, and there’s no connection, then what? Check our phones for emails?

Me, A Cougar?

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My twentysomething daughter and her friends were at my place talking about their dating profiles. Like the old days of driving carpools, I was the fly on the wall. I actually sat at my computer taking notes on their advice to each other.

My number one take-away…less is more. If you’re more specific, you are narrowing your options. I rewrote my essays with this in mind. I wanted to make a few important but general points about who I am (or how I see myself), in a just a few compelling sentences.

TWO men emailed me, and both commented on my essay! Here’s the best part…they’re both a couple of years younger than me. Any woman who’s checked out online dating will tell you that many men specify their preference for younger women. Of course they do. They say their friends would tell you they look, feel and act younger than their ages. They may mention sex in their interests sections; they don’t mention Viagra.

I’ve sent my number to one and haven’t yet responded to the other. As usual, will update as there’s more to know.

Phew…I’m on fi-ya!!

How Did I Get Here?

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Every relationship I ever had with a man evolved out of an existing social situation; we were friends who took it to the next level. I’ve never been on a date…not once, ever. Now that my 26 year marriage is over I’m constantly faced with the question, “Are you dating yet?”

First I wasn’t ready. Then I was. But how? I’m always meeting new people and putting myself into social situations. I figured I’d meet date-able men organically. So far, nope. The one man in over a year who piqued my interest wasn’t interested.

I’ve joined the pay-to-date world of online dating sites. No prince charming yet. A few nibbles. A few interesting communication threads. Some booty calls and weird contacts. Last week, my first ever date.