So I was finally matched with someone that I considered "good looking" and he was a doctor! I was extremely nervous. I had a feeling that he might be a bit out of my league. He was wearing a pretty tight t-shirt in his photos and to be frank, I haven't been in that great of shape since I was 23, but I was trying to be optimistic. Maybe my personality would trump the size of my ass. We talked on the phone several times and made plans to meet for drinks last Thursday, which I thought would give me plenty of time to tan, get a pedicure, and buy something flattering to wear on my hot date. No such luck. He called me last minute to let me know that he got tickets to the opening night of Wicked! I knew I couldn't say no, so I did my best to make due with what I had in my closet and left work early to get ready. Well the show was phenominal, but it was difficult to talk and he didn't really show much personality. He was pretty cute, but he didn't quite look like his photos. He was actually very very lean. Not really my type and I was pretty sure I wasn't his either, but trust me, I was willing to make an exception if he showed interest in me. We had a nice time, but I knew there wasn't much of a spark. He asked me what I was up to this weekend and told me that he and his friends would be out, if I wanted to give him a call. I sent him a text, but didn't hear back. I'm quite sure he had his hands full with the ladies downtown. Any 34 year old living in a loft downtown is probably not really looking for something serious. We'll see...maybe he'll call me the next time he has tickets to a show. I like free stuff, even if there is no love connection. I'm not holding my breath though...I think the doctor is out.
Seriously,
NOT INTO AWESOME GUYS!
CH
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