By Tommy Salinger
A couple of years ago I met a wonderful, beautiful raven-haired beauty online…
I’m a 38-year-old successful, six-foot-tall, professional white guy. I’m in good shape, a high energy individual who was, at the time, on the lookout for a long-term mate. I’m by nature a happy person and really felt like I was ready to settle down again with Miss Right. I had a great first date, but ultimately had to decide whether to have or not have a second date.
Finding Miss Right
She was mid to late thirties, who by all measures seemed to be the total package (at least for me). She was attractive, feminine, stylish, long haired, shapely and about 5’7” tall with strong family bonds and natural maternal instincts. Just my type. Maybe most guys types if I’m being honest.
I responded to her on line and to my luck, it was a match. We chatted quickly online right away and then again, a couple of times the next day. I felt some instant attraction, not just from her looks, but from the banter we had back and forth.
We seemed to have a lot in common, a similar sense of humor, no children and were both looking for a relationship. I could tell she was intelligent and had some strong values, but was even keeled and easy going at the same time.
I was trying to tamper down my enthusiasm and not seemed overly eager, but I wanted to meet her and I let her know we should try to meet in person. For me there is no need to beat around the bush, and meeting in person is the best way to see whether there is real chemistry.
Prepping for the First Date
We mutually agreed on meeting for a drink at the end of the week, on Friday night.
Since we matched on a Monday, I also thought that a chat mid-week might be a good check in time, just to see if we were still both on the same page for Friday. I was excited about meting her, but wanted to temper my expectations.
We exchanged phone numbers and had a nice text exchange and then a quick call.
I naturally popped off with a couple of quick jokes, like: did you hear about the mathematician that was afraid of negative numbers? He’ll stop at nothing to avoid them… or, why do we tell actors to break a leg? Because every play has a cast…
Okay, not my best, but something I could remember off the cuff.
The First Date
Everything was on-track and I was still charged to meet her on Friday.
Friday came around, and we met at a local restaurant that was close to her place at 7:30pm. It was a nice place with a great outdoor bar area that was, by our luck, not too terribly busy, and the weather was great for an outdoor meet up.
We got along great and didn’t lull for a single second in the conversation, hitting it off.
She was very attractive, if not more so in-person, both in looks and charm. So, I invited her to stick around for dinner, for which I had already made a reservation for an hour later.
We had a great time and spent a few more hours of both light-hearted fun and occasional deep conversation. It was nice to meet someone and instantly hit it off.
At the end of the date, I walked her to her car and we lingered there in a flirty swirl, and I kissed her so she knew I was serious about her. It was longer that I expected and I thought it could have been more than she bargained for, but she took it like a champ! LOL.
Before you judge me too harshly, it was mutual and she later told me she wanted for it to go on for a while, but she needed to get her composure. Before she left, we agreed to meet for a second date early the next week.
A Second Date Plan
Sunday came, and I got a text from her, checking in and letting me know what a great time she had. She also asked if we could talk later either in evening or the next day. I didn’t think much of it and agreed to plan for a call on Monday night.
On Monday, we talked for a while about her family, friends and her general outlook on the future. Then she got serious for a second and a little quiet, so I asked her what was wrong.
She said that she had to tell me something… something that she neglected to mention that she wasn’t sure how to tell me.
I immediately thought, oh no, maybe she is married, maybe she has a secret love child, who knows.
After some consternation, she hit me with it.
She texted me that she had herpes and hung up the phone… Ah, okay… I, aaa. Interesting I thought… I didn’t really know what to say or how to respond.
She pulled me in, charmed me, and dropped the Atom Bomb on me.
I then sat with the news for a few days.
I ultimately pulled the plug on the budding relationship and decided against the second date… what would you do?
