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.