I'm still talking to three of them, but I had a lunch date with one on Friday which happened impromptu. I sent him a picture of this beautiful blown glass pitcher I found at a yard sale on the way to work with the message, "There goes my lunch money." He responded with, "I guess I'll have to come take you out to lunch then." We had so much fun eating calamari and being totally ridiculous. He has no boundaries like me, is very tidy, and I laughed so hard that my cheeks hurt.
One of them is so good looking it's painful, but he's got pretty severe depression. He was supposed to come hang out but had to back out at the last minute. He's trouble with a capital T. But for just a split second, I thought maybe I just needed some pretty trouble in my life for a minute. I've rethought since then. But it was tempting. I would put his picture up to prove my point, but I don't want to ask his permission and I never post pics without letting people know first. Jax knows what he looks like. It's god damned dangerous.
Another one is really smart and knows quite a few of the same people I do. He's this amazing local guitar player and that is what makes me hesitant. I have dated a LOT of musicians in my time. I'm too old for catty women at gigs saying things in whispered voices like, "There's his girlfriend" and picking me apart. I am too old to be knocking people's teeth out. I haven't completely discounted him, but that one factor does make things a bit worrisome.
The leader of the pack is a fella named Ricky. He's 40, an electrical engineer with UC Davis, and dresses like he's from the 50s, right down to his greaser hair and the exact same glasses Malcolm X and JFK wore. Seriously, he researched and found the brand and got them. I like attention to detail like that. One night on the phone I was telling him how I have separate laundry hampers for lights and darks. He laughed and then the next minute he sent me a picture...of his two laundry hampers for lights and darks. I almost died.
When he came to pick me up for lunch Friday he was out of his truck (I love a guy with a big manly truck) to open the door for me. He let me pick the restaurant and was just altogether a gentleman. He is very handsome and although I don't want to jump the gun, I am hoping that he's around for a while. Even if it doesn't work out romantically, this is a person I want in my life from now on. I have pretty big trust issues so I can honestly say I don't have faith that anything will come of it. But if it doesn't, that is how it was meant to be and it's okay. After a date Saturday that ended in a hearty hug goodbye, I do not even have the energy to try and sort out, "Is that putting me in the friend zone, or is he just a gentleman?" so I'll figure that out in time I guess. Probably by making him really uncomfortable by asking point blank where his head is at.
As for the bearded guy from the other site, I haven't heard from him since Tuesday. I find aloof and inability to pull the trigger very unattractive, so I'm done with that one. All in all I'm glad I didn't throw in the towel and for this minute things are going well.
Happy picture of the day: that's Ricky. When he sent me this picture I seriously laughed because there is a picture of me in Amsterdam, next to a penis fountain, all smiley. We both have pictures of ourselves posing with penis sculptures. What are the odds?
He plays drums. I can't seem to get away from musicians. Also, he has a lip beard. I can't escape those either apparently.