|"Looking back is a bad habit" R. Cogburn|
Of course in college my musical tastes evolved and I liked all that grunge and raw Seattle rock of the 90's. After college I even delved into some of that rave techno stuff that all the hot girls liked to dance to in the clubs, funny how that was always my primary motivation in life. That's kind of where I met Shannon, the eternal new waver - anti old schooler who is the antithesis to good old Ryan.
When Ryan and Shannon moved the deep south in the mid-90's we left all that East Coast techo-electronica and landed on an island where only Classic Rock, Pop, and Country lived. The good news was that those years were full of (now) Disney Classics on the pop charts (see Lion King release date, etc) and quite a nice new era in Country music. Those country years featured the continued emergence of Garth and the introduction of Toby Keith, Faith Hill, Clint Black, Collin Raye, Tim McGraw, Alan Jackson, Sawyer Brown, and many others. One of my favorite songs from this time is Blackhawk's "I Sure Can Smell the Rain." "Somehow what she never says means more than all the other words I here." Wow, ain't that the truth!
Unfortunately down there, we totally missed the Gangsta rap thing (I'm still not quite sure who Tupac is, is that some type of cold medicine?).
Anyway I like Blackhawk and all that early 90's Country that is now Classic Country along with all that Classic Country stuff I listened to when I was really young and it was new country.
I think one of the last times I wrote I mentioned that I had been back on AM! I even got a response from a lady names Alexa. Of course her name isn't Alexa, but as always the names here are changed to protect the guilty! :)
Anyway, want to meet her? As one of my fond former blog friends used to say?
Alexa is an INTJ and apparently difficult (as stated in her profile). I also mentioned her here.
Early on Alexa was very inquisitive. I enjoy the subtle dance during this period, telling a little of oneself but not revealing too much factual data. In a sense this is more revealing as you tell as much who you want to be as you do who you are. I tend to be coy and like to play. Hint, hint, to ladies I like when they play along. Alexa was being very INTJ and not playing along very well.
When she asked about my profile tagline "ami du jour," I replied:
|She liked this when I sent it to her|
Alexa didn't feign delight at my humor, just asked more questions:
"Ami duj our, very cute then. Creative.
I'll ask just a few questions for now. I tend to ask more than I'm asked so I'm restraining myself. The basics for starters:
Married for how long?
Children?Have you had an affair before?"
Yesh - she's making it very hard to be charming!
She did ask why I had not asked her for photos. She seemed impressed that I had restraint. That did score points for me though.
"Once I send this, I'll send a couple of photos your way. You should know what the woman looks like that you're talking to, me thinks. I am glad to know that you're interested without the photos, keeping you engaged it appears.
An affair to me is one where there is intimacy involved. What drew you to my profile considering you're in ******ville and I'm in ********** County? I've had three relationships (none met via AM), the longest was three years and the other two were about 1 1/2 years so yep, I'm not a short-term kinda gal, and I don't go poof either. Why have you not met anyone on the site in five years? That's a long time relatively speaking.
And I always need and want funny things, so thank you for sending that. Much appreciated "
Well that's starting to recognize my charm, savoir faire, and joie de vivre et al! I'll be honest with you I kind of pulled a Trump on the "why have you not met anyone of this site..." Nobody wants to hear your resume and that you are a blogger before that first "meet and greet."
So the messages went back and forth. A few things in common, we both play racket sports though she is more into tennis (me racquetball). She works in and around the hospitality business as do I but does not like to cook (as I do) and didn't seem so interested in talking about cuisine (thus I couldn't impress her with my foodiness). She came across as a bit of a Yankee, thus impervious to my Southern charms.
All things considered things were not flowing seemlessly yet I still couldn't detach from her profile of wanting someone well traveled, well education, sophisticated, confident, yada, yada. Dangit, I wanted her to recognize and admit how charming and witty I am. Yes, I know the hubris is showing.
But then again, maybe words did not come to her easily. Alas, she did always answer me and she was still asking questions. She did say I had "piqued her interest!"
When she finally did send me her photo she looked pretty cute. I didn't scare her off with my photo.
But all in all the dialogue was rather - MEH.
Much work for me, as is usually the case most weeks.
As to a time to meet, that'll be up to you.
We arranged an afternoon to meet at a common restaurant that I enjoy. I think she appreciated that I picked out a nice place and sent her the menu.
She arrived a few minutes after I did. I stood in the entrance hall and saw her as she walked past me on the other side of the window as she approached the front door. It was still warm and she had on a tight button down white shirt and tight black pants. Alexa is short and not exactly petite but certainly not large. She is curvy, well let's face it she has a pretty nice "booty." I'm I allowed to say that in the #metoo era?
I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine and it was as if I instantly understood how two souls could look into the mirror of the Universe and see their match.
Actually not, I looked into her eyes and saw Mrs. Holden, my best friend's mom from grade school. Yeah, I guess in retrospect Mrs. Holden was kind of hot but I didn't want to have sex with her then I didn't think I wanted to have sex with her now.
But I was all in for lunch so we walked up to the maitre d. He didn't say anything, stepped away, came back, thumbed through a reservation book, picked up the phone, and made a phone call. It was kind of rude I thought to myself. Alexa said, "well, that's mighty rude of him" just loud enough to be heard by those around us. Me, in my Southern cordiality, couldn't help being a little embarrassed. He was rude, but I exhibit my reaction by not coming back, not by making a scene. I mean, that's what Shannon would do and I don't need more of that in my life.
|This is how I imagine Cecil & Alexa|
As a special the restaurant had a butternut squash soup. I was not really that interested but Alexa said how much she liked butternut squash soup. She talked me into trying it. I am always OK with trying something. I liked the butternut squash soup, I didn't love it. It was just good enough to try a few sips and then I was OK. But Alexa kept asking me if I didn't like it, as if it would be an insult if I didn't. I felt like I was facing an inquisition from my mom, and I guess Mrs. Holden. Btw, Mrs. Holden was always one of those moms that tried to pawn off healthy snacks like peanut butter stuffed in celery. I liked that a little as well, but not a lot! :)
Seems like I mentioned my friend's sister (Mrs. Holden's daughter) once. She faked me out, being nerdy in middle school, going off to a service academy for college, and then showing up several years later really hot and divorced a few years after I was already taken. Sorry, I know I seem to be grumpy today as I ramble.
During the meal Alexa had to take a call from her boss. By the third call she finally said she had to leave because she had to meet him in Fairfax in an hour.
I took it to mean that this was her friend who was instructed to call her one hour into the date to give her a plausible exit. Who knows, I guess I could have been offended but like the maitre d I figured I would express my displeasure by not going back.
I walked outside into the sun and I looked over to her as she got into her car.
I couldn't see a cloud in the sky, but I sure could smell the rain. I decided it was best to get into my car and drive back home to where there wouldn't be any rain any time soon.