I’m not a “well-known” girl, but I have a huge network of friends and acquaintances. So, when this Neptune sized network of mine found out that I was single, of course, everyone knows the perfect guy for me…
So, here we go… (Well, first, I work in the Emergency sector of our society - I love men in uniform and any man, seriously, any man, looks good in turnout gear [aka fire gear]. Forget whips and chains, lights and sirens excite me! Moving on...)
Well, the first guy I talked to since being single was a handsome 33-year old Correctional Officer/Sergeant that I met through mutual friends. He was a charmer and he and I hit it off automatically… He’s good looking, you can hold a conversation with him, and he has a good job, good health insurance, and good credit. The perfect man, ha-ha. That was until I started to see why the perfect, once-divorced, handsome man was single… He’s nuts. He’s jealous, judgmental, overbearing, and confrontational. I politely excused myself, but still speak to him in a friendly manner. I’m sure he’d be a great friend, just not a boyfriend.
So, a friend of mine had a friend who knew this guy who is 31, single, never married, has no children, lives alone, etc. (And works as an EMT and is a Volunteer Firefighter – which equals bonus points for me) They decide to set us up for a casual meet and greet to see if we’d hit it off… I talked to him several times and we’d seen pictures of one another, he didn’t really seem like my type, but my friend kept telling me – “Oh, he is sooo you’re type!” So, I go against my better judgment and decide to go hang out with the guy at his house just to meet him and get a “feel” for him.
I knew from the moment I pulled into his driveway that it would be a better use of my time to turn around and drive home instead of going through with this.
The yard was an un-kept, overgrown jungle [my yard is immaculate], he was dressed in an old pair of shorts and a ratty t-shirt [I was dressed nice], I went onto his front porch which reminded me of something out of a horror film with briars growing through the steps and a dim light hanging above [my porch is immaculate with nice little plants and chairs], we go inside and his demon of a dog is barking at me so much that I can’t even hear myself think [I let my dogs outside or shut them up in the spare bedroom when I have company], his living room is a mess, doesn’t look like he’s even made an attempt to clean up anything [you can eat off my living room floor], and he just plopped down in his recliner and it was kind of a “take it or leave it” scenario. I should have left. Nonetheless, I ended up making the best of it and staying for a little while to see if there was any spark there. There wasn’t. He had intrigued me in phone conversations when he talked about the Fire Dept and him never missing a call, but then when he talked about his dept only running six calls last year… I saw why he’d never missed a call. I guess I was looking for a little more action (pun intended). When I told him I had to leave because I had to get up early [4:30am, it was legit, ha-ha] I thought I’d never get to leave. He kept hanging around my car giving me the impression that he wanted to kiss me or something and I wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. The all-too-overused “I’ll talk to you later” was the last phrase I uttered… All the way home I bitched at myself for wasting that much time with an ogre.
I have a friend who introduced me to this guy last year (networking, I wasn’t single), but when I became single she tells him and out of nowhere he emails me and starts chatting me up. Well, this one works offshore as an EMT (again, bonus points), and I enjoyed talking to him. Then…I find out that when he’s home for a week all he wants to do is drink, party, go out, have a good time, and get laid. Not my style, and I start choking off communication until he stops calling.
By this time I’m sick of the whole mutual friend thing. Sure, it’s only three guys and about four weeks, but damn…Three strikes in a row?
I think I’ll try on my own now, thanks.
So, I am forced to attend a Weapons of Mass Destruction training course, and I ended up getting back in touch with a guy I had met in college and briefly spoke with on occasion. He’s a paid/career Firefighter and Paramedic or “FireMedic” for short. The guy was always super-smart, but he’s shy and he’s a dork. (Not all Firefighters are like Tommy from Rescue Me, ha-ha!) Nonetheless, we exchange numbers and one of his co-workers gets wind of it. (The co-worker is more like Lou or one of the guys on Rescue Me…who takes it upon himself to hook us up, involuntarily.) Well, we tried talking a few times, and he was just so reclusive that I seriously thought I was wasting my time. However, the guy hasn’t dated in a while and with his entire Fire Dept pushing me to keep trying…I did. Low and behold, he starts opening up and we discover that we have a ton of things in common, and he’s gone from the guys at the station telling me, “you have to call him, he will not call you” to “I’ll talk to you tomorrow” and “You should come hang out with me” in a matter of about a week…it just took two weeks to get there! So, as of right now I’m really digging him and hopefully when we get to go out next week he and I will both really be into one another and we can go from there.
I’m a believer in “everything happens for a reason.”
It just seems too damn ironic that I’m literally forced to attend a WMD class that I had no interest in and end up getting in touch with someone that I just happen to now be totally into…