Sunday, April 17, 2011

Date #89 - Match Made By Blind Chimps

His Age: 57
His City: San Carlos
Setting: Palomino - San Francisco

My very first "It's Just Lunch" (IJL) date was late - and it was nerve-racking.

It's Just Lunch doesn't allow their members to see each other before the date. This is a totally stupid policy. I've spent 9 years talking to men about women through PAX and one thing I am super clear about is that men are visual. While sometimes men can grow on us, we women (mostly) don't grow on them - we're it or we're not.

Now, I know I'm a particular flavor, and I'm not everyone's flavor. You might even say I'm a bit of an odd flavor. Even so, I've been assured by the experts at IJL that they are professional matchmakers who take this very seriously, and match based on type. You can see their precision by reading the previous entry.

So I'm waiting.... First, I see the 6' tall man with a white ponytail to the middle of his back. Not him. Next, a handsome older man who is quickly joined by two women in their 50s. Another gentleman comes but joins a party shortly afterward. And as I'm about to be seated, #89 is at my side. Swiftly we're taken to a private booth table overlooking the Bay Bridge. I'm not his type; I know it in five seconds.

Never - on any date - have I ever been so mismatched.

Not being his type is actually a relief to me, and allows me to enjoy a lunch I'll now be stuck at for the next two hours.

My date is not a hip, Jerry Seinfeld 57 - no. He's a very old 57, and looks like a Mormon bishop, or a Republican Senator, or a conservative radio talk-show host from the Midwest. His jowly, red face is fairly expressionless through the entire event. He doesn't speak much and asks me no questions, which is always awesome. So I do double-duty probing for topics he'll engage in, while holding up both sides of the conversation. He doesn't bother to afford me the one kindness of ending the date quickly, and has a leisurely lunch of soup and half-sandwich as he watches me do all the heavy lifting.

Second date? I don't think so.

Underwhelmed.

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Who am I? I am a retired dater. I sifted through the thousands of "matches" online; met strangers for coffee, a drink or a meal when really, mostly I wanted to be napping.

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