so, one of my college roomie's moms tried her hand at matchmaking. one thing i want to start this post by saying is that i am so appreciative that friends, moms, friends of friends, etc think enough of me to set me up. really though, i have a lot of single friends in charlotte, and some of them have never been set up with anyone. i don't take that for granted.
so, she wanted to set me up with a single 32 year old that works for one of the local hospitals. she said he was a good christian guy. so, oddly enough, he wouldn't take my number, as he thought that would be stalker-like, for a random/strange guy i didn't know to call me up out of nowhere, so i had to call him first. i guess i can respect what he was saying, but i see no difference and why i had to call him first is beyond me. regardless, i move on. we talked for about 45 minutes, and he was so well-mannered. he was polite, asked questions, and i saw some potential.
what i proceeded to learn was that he was musically inclined (his words, not mine)... been singing in the choir since he was in the 1st grade and his dream is to learn to play the organ. you see, i want a country boy... i know i am being picky, but organ playing men, probably aren't my type.
now, i'm about to be real. i do not judge based on looks. i typically will give anyone a chance, because personality is key. if i am laughing, that can make someone so much more attractive. i mean, i have been rejected SO MUCH in my life for how i look, so i don't want to do that to guys. he added me as a friend on FB, and i'll admit... the mock turtleneck in the profile pic had me laughing. i thought, the one and only person that is okay for is a sporting coach. i really thought, this is dated, surely. he had pretty white teeth, a good smile, but i knew i wasn't attracted to his pics.
when it came time for us to meet, homeboy thought we could go play pool. say what? i reminded him that i have no skill set, and so he agreed to just dinner at duckworths. so, we met. i knew that he wasn't my husband, because well (you can call me mean all you want), but homeboy had on the most ridiculous outfit. like a hunter green (duckhead, if you will) button up tucked into kakhi pleated pants. that hair was too much as well. it was parted straight down the middle and he had bangs, i am not making this stuff up. i really could move past all of this, but aside from the obvious that we have nothing in common... when i asked him if he lived by himself, his reply caught me off guard. yall, as you know, i have been on quite a few first dates, so many things don't catch me off guard. he said, "just me and the boys." i knew he had never been married or to my knowledge didn't have kids... so i thought.. oh dogs. no yall, he said, my two cats, tucker and guinness. i do not like cats. i really do not think it is cool for guys to have a cat, much less, two of them. do i think it is cool, that one of his cats was named after a beer, doesn't help a bit. i tried to ask little to no questions about "the boys." later in the evening something else came up about said boys, when he was talking about his optional work from home day. he said, "they just don't seem to understand when daddy is home during the day, all they want to do is play." yall, i nearly spit my food out. he said, they sleep with me and all. one curled up under one arm and the other under the other. i couldn't handle any more talk of said cats.
there were other things, but i want write those all out. i feel horrible that i wasn't attracted to him or that the cat thing bothered me so.
i told a couple friend of mine about it, and they said, men who have a cat or cats, mean i need to run, haha. also, they reminded me that i need to be so thankful and appreciative that God has given me the ability to have discernment and to know when someone is not my husband. i don't have to explain it, but if i don't feel it, then i am not dating him just to have a boyfriend.
on to the next one. it does get discouraging, but i won't settle.
