I will have to send an uncomfortable email shortly notifying yet another suitor of my discontinued interest, so in lieu of that, I've decided it is a good time to continue my story of JDates:
2. Matt. After finding that we had "clicked" (i.e., found one another's profiles appealing enough to tell JDate we thought so), this man initiated our correspondence. He was articulate, thoughtful, had gone to a good college, and (from his pictures) relatively attractive. I agreed to a date. We met halfway between our respective homes, and had a lovely dinner (which I did not have to pay for). Already a dramatic improvement over JDate #1. However, he did mention a few things which gave me pause:
1. He was recently assaulted. I understand that people have no control over random acts of violence, but I was (1) shocked he would bring this up on a first date (keep it positive, people!), and (2) a little bit disappointed that I was on a date with the kind of guy who gets beat up.
2. He's had to get a new bed every year. Let me repeat: every. year. He claims to use his mattress normally, but I do not understand how one destroys a bed in ONE year.
3. He cannot smell or taste anything. So I may be a bit picky in this regard, but I believe the man I end up with should be in good health without chronic conditions (e.g., heart disease, diabetes, asthma...). I rarely get sick, I don't wear glasses, and in the interest of having healthy children - way down the road, obviously (I'm still in school!) - I want the father of my children to not be genetically defective. So if you have some freakish ailment such as the inability to taste anything, please stay away. On a lighter note, I absolutely adore good food, wine, and baking, so what fun would it be to have a partner who could not share any of that?!
Regardless of the aforementioned flaws, I was adequately interested in Matt (as well as inebriated), and he wanted to continue our evening, so I invited him to my friend's apartment party. He was sociable (plus), and we continued to have great conversation, although I was a little annoyed at being unable to devote my full attention to my friends. However, let me mention again the alcohol. We ended up making out in the kitchen of this party before the end of the night, and any attraction I felt toward this man evaporated immediately. Did I mention how I was drinking? I believe my alter ego, Charlotte York, once described such an encounter as face rape-age. I cannot think of a better description: it was as if my face were violated and assaulted at once. Yet (do not forget the alcohol), I invited this man to stay at my apartment for the evening. In my defense, I only offered out of a sense of obligation; he was planning to drive to his parents' in Boston that night, and I was not the only one consuming copious amounts of wine and liquor, so what kind of lady would I be to allow a man to drive at that point?
So he spent the night. Most of which was spent attempting to initiate something with me, despite my repeated insistence that (a) I could not sleep with a man on top of or wrapped around me (worded much more tactfully), (b) I was not going to have sex with him, and (c) I was genuinely tired. Nevertheless, I continued to be harassed. I finally got up to go to the bathroom and then just slept on the couch.
Matt sent me approximately 50 text messages the next day. So much for JDate #2.
Match update:
- new emails today: 5
- emails to date: 131
- profile views to date: 1,958
- winks to date: 160
- interests to date: 192
