The Italian Stallion

After the San Diego debacle, I hightailed it back to Match. Crikey still wouldn't be home for another week at least and who knows if he would return to his flakey ways that had plagued him for the past 3 months we'd been talking?

So, onward!

Fortunately, there was some great new "talent" to be seen. One in particular was The Italian Stallion: 39, 6'3, tall, dark, handsome, athletic, and with a job in medical sales. (cha-ching!) I figured he was way too hot for me but let's remember, I thought that about San Diego too and look what a trainwreck he turned out to be. So I winked.

Two days later I received a friendly email from him saying he liked my profile and we should chat more. I sent him one back and a few hours later he replied. I like it when a guy is direct and doesn't decide he needs to wait 2 days to reply. In his 2nd email he asked for my number. Again, because I like directness, (and because he didn't seem like the serial killer type) I was happy to give it to him.

He texted me the next day. Some may say ew, what a cop out, but I am a huge fan of texting. I'm on the phone all day for work so I avoid it like the plague outside of the office. We spent the rest of the day chatting via text. He was witty, asked me questions about myself, and even sent me some flirtatious texts in Italian! Sold, to the lady who's a tramp!

The following day, he called me. I know I just said I hate the phone but I do think it is a necessary evil in the world of online dating. I'd rather chat on the phone and see how our rapport flows rather than meet in person and find out that in reality he has trouble forming complete sentences. We ended up talking for 45 minutes which is a record for me. I was pleasantly surprised.

We agreed to meet for a drink 2 days later. He had a business dinner that night so it was a later night meeting which was fine with me because it meant I had a built in "out." He picked a nice place halfway between us and we met around 10pm.

He was as tall as he claimed to be in his profile, and just as buff. Score 2 points for the man in the suit. Yes, he was wearing a suit and he looked dashing, even if it was his work clothes. We talked, we laughed, we held hands and sang kumbaya.

I kid, I kid.

Which brings me to the point in the date where he decides he wants to tell me "his story." I've never had anyone on a date present themselves to me like that and I thought uh oh, here we go, this is where he confesses he is currently in Narcotics Anonymous and he has embraced the lord as his savior.

Not quite. But I was close.

Turns out he has 2 kids, ages 4 and 7. I had noticed on his profile that under the wants kids and has kids questions he hadn't answered so I was a BIT suspicious...especially since he listed himself as divorced. But whatever, it's about putting myself out there so I decided to give him a shot. I was having such a good time that I even halfway convinced myself maybe I could be ok with the kids.

I know, I know, pick your jaw off the floor.

Once I stepped away from the alcoholic beverages, despite our sweet goodnight kiss, I finally admitted to myself: NO. WAY. I do not even want my OWN children let alone someone else's. He is a very good man and will make someone very happy someday...just not me.

This is becoming a repeated theme throughout my online dating journey. Where the hell is my success story that will then be made into a nauseating commercial?!?!

Oh Crikey.....

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