Life and the trials and tribulations of dating over 40.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Date Eight: Fire Slave Dave

I see paramedics every day at work. I can say that the ones I know are actually pretty normal, so when I get a message on Yahoo! from a fire chief out of Las Vegas, I'm feeling pretty happy about it.  He's bound to be normal!  I can't have many more dates like the one's I've been having!  How much longer can this weirdness continue? 

Conversations went well when we chatted on the phone and via text/email. There was CHEMISTRY!  Meow!  We played off one another very well and the laughter was great.  Sometimes the humor was inappropriate, but I generally ignore those comments without even acknowledging them.  I don't want to encourage a sexual conversation with a stranger.  I'm afraid of what they might expect from me when we are alone. Photos of him looked nice.  LoL!  I can't believe how nervous I was!  I dressed and then went to work to show the girls what I was wearing to get their approval!  I was so afraid I wasn't going to "be good enough" for him.  I had such high expectations!  

But when we met, things were not as they seemed.  We sat in a large, half circle booth in a coffee shop.  Immediately he scooted over into my personal space, layed his head in my lap and put his feet up on the seat.  The waiter came over and said, "What can I get you, sir?"  He said...."A pillow and a blanket."  The waiter looked puzzled and he asked me, "Ma'am?"  I said, "Security to walk me to my car."  Waiter asked if I was serious and I said yep and they came and walked me out to the car.  Strange fellow, that.  Missing teeth, too.  ick.  

He texted me as I drove off into the night.  Neon lights flashing down in the car as I scurried out of the parking lot and onto the freeway.  "Guess the wedding's off?"   I mashed a little harder on the gas pedal.

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