I was set up with a girl named Mandy. It was was a standard blind date. But she had decided to bring a friend along... her Chihuahua Jewels. Unfortunately, Jewels had a sensitive stomach.
Before we get into this story, I want to make clear that I think Henry is one of the most solid names a parent can give their son. It is perhaps my favorite name for a man, and I hope to meet more people named Henry. Just not more people like this Henry.
I have to be honest from the beginning and tell you that online dating has worked wonderfully for me. Eventually, I met my husband on one of these websites, but my way to heaven was paved with little demons. Actually, anyone who has ever tried online dating knows what a jungle you find out there.
It turns out that this really awesome, good-looking chick had a single flaw: the guy who liked her was not a big fan of dogs. Unfortunately, he got over his distaste for dogs around the time she decided she wasn't into him. That's just how it goes.
I have a type: the scruffy, sensitive man's man. A yoga epiphany about meeting this guy came through when I met Josh. After our first date, things were great. But two minutes into date number two, I realized I had a problem. Rather, Josh had a problem: he smelled really bad.
He was a cool bartender. We met and there were sparks. But he was such a cool guy that his ex-girlfriend didn't want to let him go. And seemed to have refused to.
I was with my mum in the mall, when my mum wanted to go to the toilet, so I walked her there and waited outside. This guy came up to me and asked me if he could use my cell phone to call him own phone to check if it was working. Of course, I saw past that excuse and didn't hesitate as he was incredibly good-looking.
I usually don't go out with a guy I meet online before I see what he looks like. I usually ask to do camera to camera, but this time, I looked like a mess, so I exchanged numbers with one guy and we talked for 10 minutes through the phone. He seemed nice, so we arranged to meet the next day for coffee. We decided to meet in Jabal Amman in front of this nice, old café.
My type, blue-collar younger guys, was not paying any dividends. So, while at Starbucks I decided to go against my better instincts and chat with a more uptown kind of guy. He joked that he was in the witness protection program. Though I wasn't sure it was right for me, we set up a date. But that was before Google informed me that he might have been joking about witness protection...
On a whim a few years ago, my friend Dave and I posted a YouTube video in which we invited women to double date us. In the months to follow, we would embark on over 200 double dates together, many of which would provide us with horror stories for our live comedy show. However, none were a bigger disappointment than one I experienced on my own.
When I first started online dating after my divorce at age 39, I was terrified. Not because I hadn't been on a date in almost two decades. Not because I hadn't so much as brushed up against a man in over a year, let alone been intimate with one. And not because I was worried about inadvertently hooking up with a serial killer. What I was terrified of was that people I knew would see my online profile and think I was a desperate loser.