This is the third of a weekly column by Lucy aka ‘The Cougar’, a woman braving the world of internet dating.
If “Its raining men” – why is it that I feel like I am in a thunderstorm? or is it that I could be in the eye of the perfect storm? Last week was beginning to look grim. I was feeling like the editor of the New York Times – what is this week’s feature going be about. ? Life – we put too much pressure on ourselves to perform. If we just relax and let it happen.. it happens..boy it happens.
So, Date Man #1 has been messaging me all week, he’s nice and I enjoyed his company and the dialogue that followed our first date, I am happy to have friendship with him… so I thought did the right thing and did my first Dear John message to Date Man #1 telling him honestly that I thought I was ready, but I’m not. He’s German and I am waiting for the not so subtle reply fueled with rejection & anger for not telling him this sooner. His reply is one of compassion to start with, the word exploited was mentioned so I skimmed the remainder of the message and assure myself that I have acted honorably at all times.
This does not mean that the fun has to stop however.
Picture this…it’s Friday am, I am sitting at my desk listening to the chitter chatter of everyone exchanging plans of what their weekends are going to be like. I am feeling the pangs of a weekend filled without ‘you know who’ and then up comes our receptionist.
‘Lucy – see that lovely man at reception – well he’s has asked me to come and ask you if you would like to go out to dinner with him.’
It’s one of those moments you see in the movies, all time stops around me, everyone freezes, I turn around to stare. And yes there is a lovely man at reception. I want to run over and throw my arms around him and say ‘yes’. I picture the wedding dress, kids, retirement…life flashes by…but I can’t even get out of my chair. My head swelled so big that if I had of stood up then I would have toppled over. So instead I agree for him to have my number, maintain my composure and then run down the other end of the office gloating that ‘I still have it.’ ‘I’m a man magnet.”Yeah baby yeah.’ There are cheers and high fives. Lucy’s got her mojo back. Yippee. There is almost a sigh of relief at this end of the office that I might finally be moving on.
I have a skip in my step through out the day, I mean – come on who wouldn’t? Then the Blind Date call came ‘Hello Lucy- you don’t know me but a mutual friend gave me your phone number.’ 5-10 minutes conversation and we agree to go for coffee. Oh bring it on!! Maybe I am ready after all…
Back to Internet Date Man # 2,(the Runaway one). Date set for Monday night after work and before Tennis. I have on new shoes, new pants, yeah. This is good. It’s Monday, the beginning of the week and I have a hangover that is about a grade 5 and a date on the same day! Can’t even stomach the thought of more wine. Bridget Jones moment #2. Having yawned most of the day, my mascara has slowly wedged itself in every crevasse it can find – slowly sliding down my face. Repair work at this stage is almost unable to be done. Date was lovely, really nice guy and before I know it two wines have gone down. I’m almost ready to can Tennis and stay and have more. Funnily enough white Wine is tasting pretty good about now!! We part ways but not before we agree to meet up again this weekend for coffee or something. It was one of the most pleasant encounters I have had with someone I don’t know, conversation was great, he is intelligent, witty, driven – really nice, but … So Thursday will be the Blind Date -3 is my number so maybe third time lucky.
Next week will be the finale of Season One. Its all a bit overwhelming and like every good series – there is a holiday break.
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