My friends call me picky, and maybe they’re right. It’s entirely possible I’ve lost the ability to settle for anything less than exactly what I want. I may be anxious, and I may get lonely at times, but I’m not built for settling.
After 2 weeks of tindering back and forth, I met the sheriff last night. Again I was reminded why online meetings just don’t seem to work for me. First, he didn’t look like he did in the pictures. He wasn’t ugly, but I didn’t find him attractive either. I showed up in a short plaid skirt with knee high black leather boots, and a black blouse with a deep V neck line. My hair was straightened; my makeup carefully applied, and I had a hint of perfume dabbed on the inside of my wrists. I dressed to impress — it was a first date after all.
HE showed up in a pair of ill-fitted jeans and a car t-shirt. I get that some men don’t care about their sense of style, but it is something I notice. I find a man who can dress himself up to be extremely sexy. Clothing aside, I didn’t find our conversation to be overly stimulating either. He was nice, but he was boring. He swore a lot, and made constant sexual inuendos. Don’t get me wrong, I am guilty of the odd witty sexual inuendo, but I don’t base my conversation around them. Basically the date was mediocre. He was a decent enough guy, and I’m sure for someone else he will make a great partner. Just not for me.
Picky? Sure, if it needs to have a name, call me picky. I’ve lived through a divorce, a stalker, and an abuser. I think I’ve earned the right to be picky. Loneliness can be hard, but being with the wrong person is even harder.