Cingle in the City - Dating Diary

Sunday, January 7, 2007: Went out with teacher guy today. He was cute, but there was something missing. It ended with a "talk to you soon." Then two days later, I get an email from him saying that he has several dates that week and that he'll "get back to me." Seriously?! I'm telling you people, I am not un-dateable. Whatever. Haven't spoken to him since.

Tuesday, January 9, 2007: "Full of Himself Guy", who later became known as "Douchebag Lee", called to make sure we are still on for drinks tonight. Realizing that I was dreading meeting him, I did what any normal person would do. I cancelled. Actually, I told him that I had met someone else and wanted to see where it took me. So I cancelled and I lied. Oh well. He asked me to rate his looks on a scale of 1 to 10 based soley on a grainy picture of him in a suit from the profile that I viewed once. Who does that?! NEXT!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007: Today was my first date with "Short Guy". He suggested meeting a wine bar near my house. He likes wine! And not the crummy pink stuff out of a box, either - real wine!!! Dinner was great, as was coffee immediately after. He kissed me. It was awesome. However, I wore a conservative pair of heels and I was almost as tall as him. Sigh.

Sunday, January 14, 2007: Went out with "The Doctor", a guy I have been talking to online for a few weeks now. We had coffee and conversation for three hours. THREE HOURS! I was a little hoarse afterwards. He asked me immediately out to dinner for that night, but I already had dinner plans (with some fresh shrimp that I had bought the day before). We agreed to meet up on Wednesday for dinner.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007: Another date with "Short Guy"! This time, we went to a little holte-in-the-wall bar down on the river, overlooking the Ohio shoreline. You know the type of place, I'm talking about - blue smoke drifting from the cigarettes of the regulars hanging in the air like a veil. Conversation was good again. So was the beer.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007: I haven't heard from "The Doctor", so I thought I would give him a call. Got his voicemail. Left a message asking if we are still on for dinner tonight. Never heard back from him. Something doesn't add up. Also, the number he gave me is a Florida area code, but he claims to have lived in Cleveland before moving to Cincinnati. Hmm.

Thursday, January 18, 2007: "Miami Boy", a guy who went to school at my alma mater (Miami University) and who seems really familiar to me, asks me out for a drink on Friday evening. Unfortunately, I already have plans. We play phone tag before leaving messages for one another as to which day next week will work for our schedules.

Friday, January 19, 2007: Date #3 with "Short Guy". This time, I take him out to a steak dinner. I manage public relations for a high-end steak chain in Cincinnati, so I took him there. As a result, we get the VIP treatment and I look like a rockstar. Plus, most of our meal is comp'ed. Niiiice.

Saturday, January 20, 2007: I got two back-to-back calls from "The Doctor" today. On the second call, he left a message as follows: "Hi Lauren, it's NAME CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT. We haven't talked in a while, I thought I'd give you a call and see what you're up to. Maybe we can get together soon." Okay, wait... we had a date planned and you stood me up. Now you're calling me like nothing happened. Are you insane? What's wrong with this picture? We'll see about that.

And so there we are. I am still active on Match.com, but I feel like between "Short Guy" and "Miami Guy" (please, God, let there be chemistry between us because he is AWESOME on paper!) I've got a pretty good thing going. Strangely, the more dates I go on, the less and less I want a boyfriend. I find that I like being single. I like dating. I like the thrill of meeting someone for the first time and seeing what happens.

Happy dating to you all!