I went on a date this past Saturday with a man I met on a dating site. Now they say not to start planning your wedding when you’re sitting across from your date, and I swear, I wasn’t!
But I did play Rihanna’s “Where have you been” like five times the morning after my first long phone call with him.
I recalled the popular adage below. I am the PRIZE.
See, I’m in my mid-ish thirties, and I can officially say I’d like to be coupled up soon. But not for the usual “desperation” reasons. I just want my partner as I journey through this life. My homie. My dawg. My advocate. My defender. And me, I will cook for him. And be loyal. And his supporter (I mean emotionally, not financially o. We will support each other in that respect). So help me God. Amen.
Anyway, back to the date. He lives in New York. I live in in the Midwest. I had made plans to visit my sister on the east coast (way before we met online) and so we decided he would drive down to see me while I was there.
After a flurry of emotions and activities that included my sister accidentally sending photos of me posing in like six different possible date outfits to a total stranger in Dallas, I was on my way to meet him at a cafe near my sister’s house. We met and he gave me a hug, My sister kinda read him the riot act (make sure she comes home alive) until I elbowed her in the ribs and waved her goodbye.
We sat. He ate. I watched and had some tea. I had had breakfast earlier and eggs are just not the most appealing food when your stomach is full of butterflies.
He was definitely older than the photos of himself he had placed on Match. But he wasn’t bad looking. He was dressed in khakis and a long-sleeved shirt. I was wearing light makeup, a tunic, leggings and tall boots.
After he was done, we hopped into the car and began the drive to a town two and a half hours away. Our date was going to be a college football game. He was nice, kind, caring. Made sure I was warm, explained every play to me (and I still didn’t get it). He’d test me by asking what was going to happen next. I could never give a right answer. What can I say? I hate numbers!
We drove back. I noticed him look at his phone a few times. We went to a steakhouse and had a lovely meal. I thought it was lovely, anyway.
He dropped me back at the cafe and my sister picked me up. I checked up with him once I got home to make sure he’d found a hotel, was safe, etc. He said he was fine.
And since then it’s just been text messages…until I told him, look, if you’re no longer interested, let me know.
He said he still is but still hasn’t called, only text messages.
I’m wondering if I should take the hint and move on? What do you guys think?
I am …
Alone in the City.