It's All About the Journey

Aaron was adorable. I can't even pretend to deny that. He was cute, pert, sandy blonde and blue-eyed with a megawatt smile that any girl would love. He was like Stephen Baldwin , but cuter. He was intelligent and funny and damned if he wasn't charismatic. We talked a little online and he professed his hatred for the website, so we took it offline pretty quickly and we really seemed to hit it off. He was an accountant (boy am I developing a type here) and seemed to have all of his ducks in a row. I should have seen the red flag when his idea of a date was taking me for a walk with his dog and then dinner at his place. I should have put the brakes on right then, but I have a problem with always thinking the best of people, and I sometimes get burned as a result. So, after this ridiculous date idea, he threw out another bomb. He seriously asked me if I was a man. You read that correctly, ladies and gentleman, he asked me if I was a man. I am not a man, I have never been a man ...

The first thing I have to admit is that I have totally forgotten his real name. That's pretty bad. We'll call him Troy. Don't ask me why I picked that, it just sounded good. So, this guy sets himself up as a rugby player in his profile. He's tall and blonde and very Viking-like. All that testosterone and rugby vigor. He seemed hardy and rugged. I like that. I'm thinking "blond isn't really my type, but our babies would be unstoppable." What? Stuff like that really does cross my mind. I am an animal after all and you can't deny biology. I didn't actually want to have his babies in the same way that I totally want to have Chris Hemsworth's babies, but I wouldn't be worried about giving birth to total freaks if the situation were ever to arise. You're welcome for that  picture, by the way. I don't care who you are, you should be able to appreciate that beauty. If you can't, check your pulse, you may be dead. Anyway, he see...

Sometimes people really do seem better in print. Hell, I say I'm one of these people. I'm just so much better at articulating what I think in print, and my mistake was assuming that everyone else is the same way. I was bitterly wrong. I still don't know who message whom in this whole process. I can't imagine I would have messaged him; even his profile pictures were tragically lovely. He was a draftsman for a metalworking company, which to me indicated some sort of intelligence. He actually complimented me on my ability to articulate my thoughts in print. That was genuinely one of the best compliments I have ever received. so, I absolutely agreed to go out with him. Gorgeous, intelligent, kind, funny, he really seemed like the package deal. He called me one night after a couple glasses of red wine and we laughed and he even sounded gorgeous. He didn't drink. At all. Ever. I never did find out why because it didn't seem like a first date question. So, we agreed ...