TheBanyanTree: My First Date

[Sally Larwood]

Great start Jeri. Sounds like a nice guy. 

Sal
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> On 29 Nov 2015, at 17:52, Jeri Xiques <jer.xiques at gmail.com> wrote:
> 
> My first Match date was Friday afternoon.  We met at the little coffee shop
> on the square.  I had forgotten that our town was having an Arts Festival,
> so the town was full of traffic and tourists, and the parking spaces on the
> square were all full.  I arrived first and stood outside of Sip, and
> watched for "A".  Sure enough, I spied him approaching (I recognized him
> from his pix:  6' tall, grey hair cut almost military-short, good masculine
> square jaw, and very nice brown eyes).  And I got the big hug I had
> expected!  I thought I looked fairly good, wearing jeans, a pretty black
> sweater, turquoise necklace, and shoes with a 3" wedge heel~to make my 5'3"
> self a little taller for his 6' height.  And I remembered to hold my tummy
> in almost the whole time!!
> 
>  We got our coffees, and because Sip was crowded and "A" had trouble
> hearing me, we found a bench outside and chatted and watched people.  He
> had told me that he had lost a great deal of his hearing in Viet Nam, so I
> knew being indoors would be difficult for him.
> 
> As we were leaving Sip, I realized that he had made an obvious mistake
> while getting dressed, and a strategically placed zipper had not been
> zipped!  Oh S***!!!  What to do???  Tell a man I  had only just met to XYZ
> (Examine Your Zipper)?  Was this a test that he had done intentionally, to
> see what I would do?  If it was a mistake, I did not want to embarrass
> him!  There was really no place he could correct the problem, with so many
> people around!  So I said nothing!!  I think that at some point, "A"
> realized a bit of cool air where there should have been none, because for
> the rest of the time he held his coffee cup in his lap, discreetly hiding
> the errant zipper.
> 
> But he was a delightful guy, very intelligent, had traveled with the Army,
> spent a good deal of time in Russia, even marrying a Russian girl.  The
> marriage didn't last long when they returned to the States, and she
> returned to Russia.  He talked about our mutual friend, Charlie.  They have
> been friends for 50 years...he was astounded when he realized it really had
> been half a century!!
> 
> After about an hour or so, maybe hour and a  half, I sensed that he seemed
> bored.  Bored??? With moi???  Huh!!  So he walked me to my car, hugged me
> and gave me a sweet, gentlemanly kiss, then helped me jump over the mud
> puddle beside the door...and I hopped into the car, none too gracefully!
> 
> Driving home, I was hurt and disappointed.  But I told myself that if he
> didn't like who I am, then he is an idiot and I have 30 or so potential
> guys on Match, just waiting for me to answer their "Likes."  A little later
> that evening, "A" emailed me saying that he really enjoyed meeting and
> visiting with me, and next time, let's go get Mexican food.  I responded
> that next time I'll leave my high heels at home, to which he said, "Not to
> worry, the heels put you at just the right altitude for that sweet kiss!"
> 
> So.  A pretty nice first Match date.  (And, I have a lunch date with Match
> #2 for Thursday.)
> 
> Stay tuned....
> 
> Jeri