This guy on match.com sends me an e-mail. I check out his profile and was so pleasantly surprised. He was a clean cut pharmaceutical rep who grew up in a small town south of Chicago. He was cute, seemed normal and we had lots in common.
Actually, match.com said we were a 100% match for each other. The site picks certain traits and let's you know how they think things will line up. I was excited.
We meet at a restaurant by my house for a drink. We had reservations for 8:00pm for dinner. After we start talking, I look at my watch to and see it is 11:00pm (and, on a school night). We were having such a great time, neither of us remembered our reservation to move to a table.
He called and asked to go out on another date. We decide to go to Navy Pier to hear a band. He invites me to his house beforehand as he lives very close. Here is where the trouble begins.
As I walk into his place, it looks like it is decorated for a magazine. Everything custom made and spotless. It had more of a museum type feel to it. I am definitely more used to a gritty bachelor pad. I of course have to ask, where do you watch football on Sundays? Yes, you guessed it, not much of a sports guy. Trouble for a girl like me.
It starts to pour rain so he grabs an umbrella and we head over to the Pier anyway. The band stopped playing but we sat at an outside restaurant under an awning as the rain falls around us drinking beers. He said to me, this is my idea of a perfect date, it is not about what you do, it is about who you are with. Awwwww. I could get a cavity he is so sweet.
We have a great time talking and decide to call it a night. He walks me to a cab and I am on my way.
Time for a weekend date. The weekend that we were going out happened to be around his 40th birthday. We meet up with my friends and do a little Pub Crawl. He really likes my friends. So much so that he keeps hugging them all. He will always be known to them as the hugger. Seemed harmless though.
I asked what he was doing on his actual birthday? He said he was going for a day of beauty (gasp). I said, what does that entail? Shockingly, just what you might think - a manicure, pedicure, facial, massage, etc.
At the time, I couldn’t handle a guy who would be fighting me for the massage appointment. He then went on to say he was going to hit the Nordstrom Yearly Sale with his personal shopper and find some more things for his place with his Interior Decorator.
For our next date, we were supposed to go to a Cubs game on a Friday afternoon, we were both playing hooky. I could not think of a better thing to do.
He called me last minute and decided he would like to go to a nice quiet dinner instead. Huh? Have we met? Yikes, I would so much prefer to go to the game.
Anyway, we go to dinner and it hit me. We are complete opposites. It was like bizarro world where we would have a life of him being at the spa while I am watching football.
Needless to say, we never went out again.
Lesson learned? Things can look amazing on paper and I wish that was all it took! I do question match.com's rating system though? And, things do evolve, these days I wouldn't mind someone going to the spa with me!
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