It's All About the Journey

There are certain things that it's just not appropriate to do on a dinner date. We'll call this guy Mark and boy do I have a story for you. Mark was handsome in a hawkish kind of way. He was angular, with that long, aquiline nose and cheekbones that could cut glass. He had this mass of very dark, slightly wavy hair and these piercing blue eyes. He was gorgeous in just the kind of way I like my men to be gorgeous. You know, like this guy that everyone loves today, but not as soft around the eyes. He looked like a predator. Gods, it was sexy. Of course, what would a guy like that do for a living? He's a lawyer. The predator look was no accident. He was my age and tall. He was a runner. I do love a fellow runner. I agreed to go out with him pretty rapidly. We did not exchange numbers before we met. Ironically, that really makes me more comfortable. I don't want to give a guy my number before I know where he falls on the crazy scale; you know, from one to Ted Bundy. ...

Man, oh man! We'll call him Logan. I think he'll like that. He's one of the guys that "liked" my profile on OKCupid. His profile picture was one of this guy with absurdly chiseled bones and dimples and this look of...I don't know, like he had been lost, but found his way home and he was seeing that the person taking the picture was lost. A look of warmth and understanding and a thin peace. I'm not sure if it was then or after I read his profile that it said he's 23. While 23 is one of my lucky numbers because it's my birthday, he's still 23.  In my defense, he didn't look 23. Okay, so I read his profile. It's full of quotes and these interesting philosophical musings. He's working on his Master's degree, teaches martial arts and either just doesn't want to share his religion on his profile or else he hasn't got one. I don't believe that second one for a moment. So I thought, and then I analyzed and then I though...

Okay, I keep saying I'll write a blog about a nice guy and a good date. Here is my best experience: I bumped into Bryan online at OKCupid and I thought he seemed cute, intelligent, sincere and like he actually has managed to get all of his shit together in timely manner. I was correct (for once). We had a four-hour phone conversation on the day that we began exchanging messages. It was sunny and warm that day, a Sunday, and I wandered from sun-warmed room to patio talking about scuba diving and parenting and food. It felt like we could talk for days like that. In fact, we did talk for days like that. We started a tradition of talking every night after I put my little one to bed. I taught him about Malbec and he taught me more about scuba diving and the world of logistics. Within a few days, we were sure we had to meet. Our conversations were incredible. We agreed about everything. We were perfectly compatible from religion (lack thereof more accurately) and politics, vacation d...