Dr. House

Why yes, this IS just what I ordered!

Last week while I was posting about those in the late 20's and up set being comfortable enough with ourselves to spend time online on a Saturday night, whaddayaknow one of said singles emailed me.  One of those guys who has the art of a casual email perfected either because they've been doing this online thing way too long (as I have) or because that's just the type of person they are.  I prefer the latter, but you never know what you're going to get.

Lucky for me, Dr. House was one of the second types.  Though upon first look at his profile he didn't seem to be my physical type, his email was so nice and fun in nature I felt guilty for considering not writing back.  Also those damn rules about stepping outside of my comfort zone kept echoing in my head.  So I responded.

In the past week we have apparently sent 17 emails each.  This of course means multiple emails a day.  And they haven't been just one sentence messages either.  We've been regaling each other with our wit, asking the typical getting to know you questions, and even getting a little bit more personal than I usually do with guys I'm just emailing with.  Not in a creepy way but in a comfortable fun way.  I've really looked forward to seeing his screenname in my inbox.

It's only been a week though it feels like much longer than that given how frequently we've talked.  But he finally asked me for drinks and so we will be meeting in person very soon.  I'm both excited and a little nervous about this.  Not nervous in the usual first date way but nervous about the reality of Dr. House.

As I said, he's not really my physical type.  And while chemistry is important, finding someone who is NICE and fun and funny and consistent is equally, if not more, important.  I am so hoping I am not going to get in my own way and write him off immediately because I don't feel some kind of instant attraction to him.

I mean, I felt instant attraction to Funions and look how that is going.

This is really going to be my chance to put this new dating mindset to the test.  Or so I think it is.  For all I know he could walk in and have some kind of air about him in person like he does online and I'll want to drop my pants in the middle of the bar.

Fingers crossed.

The only thing wrong with being an atheist is that there's nobody to talk during an orgasm,
LL