Oh, kids, get excited! This one’s a doozy…
Before Christmas I was feeling a little lonely and bad about myself and finally gave into this guy who had been asking me out on match for about a year. There was nothing wrong with him… he was just older and not someone I was interested in. Lets be honest… the best part about match.com and okcupid is that you can window shop and who doesn’t want to see a pair of shoes before she tries them on?
We met up at a cute restaurant on the westside for a drink. When he walked in I felt the exact same way I had felt about seeing him online… nothing bad, but nothing to get excited about. He didn’t look as good in person as he did in pictures which wasn’t saying much seeing that I didn’t think he looked all that great in his profile anyway!
We had a nice conversation, but still nothing got me at all excited. I can know almost immediately if I want to go out with someone again. There is something there… even if it’s small. All of the long-term boyfriends I’ve ever had, had first dates that I didn’t want to end.
Then… our conversation took a turn…
Him: So, why is it that you cap the age of guys you want to date at 42?
Me: I’ve gone out with a good amount of guys and just have found that 42 and older just seems a little too old for me right now. Nothing against them at all, it’s just not something I’m interested in.
Him: Oh. I’m turning 42 next week, is that a problem?
Me: Haha! I guess not – we’re out, right? (smile)
Him: Well, I don’t like to date women over 35.
Me: Really, why is that?
Him: I want to have kids. You’re 33 right?
Me: Yup, why?
Him: Do you want kids?
Me: Of course!
Him: Then you better meet someone soon. You only have a few good years left… your eggs are getting old!
Him: My last girlfriend was 28.
Me: Oh, really. What happened? You should’ve knocked her up before her eggs got old!
Him: Haha! It just didn’t work out.
Me: I can’t imagine why…
I pounded the rest of my wine and said adios to my date. He walked me to my car and told me he wanted to see me again. I said, “thanks again for the wine! great meeting you!” and drove away. He texted me later that night too, which I didn’t respond to. THEN, two weeks later he sent an email (via match). It was long, boring, but did include this little tidbit…
“You truly seem to have a serious age issue. I mean, capping your age at 42 when you’re 33 is pretty hard core, as is constantly equating 42 and mid-50′s. I mean, it’s not as if I was listening to classical music, drinking brandy, and wearing suspenders.
And it’s too bad, because besides me looking like shit that day, again, I was sick, and being old as dirt apparently, everything else seemed to go great. But I guess it is what it is. So, if it makes a difference for me to say that I don’t actually look like a pale, sick dog normally and that age shouldn’t trump personality (and that 42 isn’t that old anymore), then I’d be up for going out again and getting to know you more. Otherwise, oh well, best of luck.”
I’m embarrassed for him. Thank God I can leave that in 2012. Don’t worry… my year didn’t end that bad. Story coming next week…