Now I know I was a bit of a tease in my last post, so let me spill the goods!
Over the last few weeks I’ve been on a dating website. One of those ones that match you up personality-wise. I wrote what I thought was a good, funny, witty profile, posted some pretty photos and hey presto I was approved and online.
Very quickly I got a bunch of emails from guys I’d been matched with that were interested in me. Most didn’t appeal to me, a few ended in a couple of uninspiring exchanges. Then I just let it sit a while. And once I did, an email from a new guy landed in my inbox…
We wrote to each other through the site quite a few times and it was easy. Nice flow of dialogue. Funny. Natural. Intriguing. We quickly started writing to our personal email addresses and then I left for the UK. During which time, emails were fired back and forth across the English Channel like there was no tomorrow.
It’s funny how you can get to know someone through the written word. Our emails grew steadily and flourished into poetic, lovely prose that made me really want to see who this person really was.
And that I did, when I got back.
Our first drink-dinner-drink date was a continuation of our emails. He is kind, attentive, has a wacky sense of humour, is generous, genuinely interested in me, told me up front he wanted kids, and is very, very keen.
Remember what I said about how my ex-Frenchman disliked what another man might like in me? Well, what do you know, it happened. And you know what? I don’t where this is going, but I’m enjoying it.
We’ve since had a second movie-dinner date and it was just as nice. It feels good to be treated right, to joke around, and to feel free to be well and truly myself.
I guess I should whisper a thank you into the air to my ex-Frenchman for showing me exactly want I don’t want in a man, so that I can recognize what I do want now.
More to come…