Like Steel Blue, I am not averse to dating offline. The problem, of course, is meeting dateable men in “real life.” What’s that old saying? “Don’t shit where you eat.” Yeah… I know the other one too, but I have nothing to dip, sooooooo… anyway, I don’t date people from work. However, much of my time is spent at work. Even when I am not AT work, I often grade… at home. There are no likely candidates in the neighborhood even if I moved away from grading to wander down the street. I’ve been divorced a while, and my friends have given up on setting me up. It seems our ideas about dateable differ. Even my youngest sister has stopped introducing me to single males she knows… all the while telling me I am not getting any younger. That is indeed true; still, I have no desire to date someone… just to date someone. Can you see why I turned to online dating?
Still… out there in the wilds of the real world, sometimes, even I run across a dateable man.
Not too long ago, I did a run to Whole Foods, Trader Joes, and, sorry EA, Total Wine to stock up on interesting appetizers, crackers, cheese, and of course a little vino for a family gathering. I opened my phone to read the grocery list as I started through the vegetable section of Trader Joes. Thunk! Where did that shopping cart come from? The man driving the cart smiled showing an even row of white teeth that complimented blue eyes. And damned if he didn’t have silvery grey hair too, but don’t get me wrong, he did not look old in the least. Niiiiiiiiice! I reined myself in… apologized again, glanced at my list, and finished in the vegetable section.
Because I don’t go there weekly, I never stick to the list when shopping Trader Joes. I enjoy wandering through and seeing new products, and even though I don’t usually like grocery shopping, I find so many interesting products there that it never feels like a chore. Although I had visited Total Wine before stopping at Trader Joes, I still explored the beer and wine aisle last. My son, the beer connoisseur, is always pleased when I do as I arrive home with a few new IPAs or stouts for us to sample.
I was holding an Abita when my cart took a hit. I looked to see Mr. Silver and Blue grinning at me. “Now, we’re even,” he said. His comment was so unexpected, that I laughed out loud… or as I respond on the dating sites: LOL.
“Do you like beer? Most women I know drink that Michelob Ultra or some other light beer. That stuff tastes like piss.”
“Drink much piss?” I countered… ooops… too soon? No… He responded with his own LOL. My smartass remark hadn’t fazed him.
I continued, “My son has ruined me by teaching me to drink good beer.”
“You have a son? I have two; only one is old enough to legally drink though. What’s your favorite beer?”
That’s like asking me my favorite pair of shoes… it depends on the outfit and the occasion. However, I answered… pretty thoroughly… as we stood blocking the beer aisle of Trader Joes. I bought some beer, so did he. Then he asked if I liked wine… yes. I did. We shifted from the beer to the wine section… and our conversation continued.
At the check-out counter, he stayed in my line to continue our chat even though there were shorter lines. I was interested, and I could tell he was interested, but this was uncharted territory for me. I had of course checked for a wedding band, but a lack of band is meaningless. He didn’t seem crazy. But what psychopath would wear an “I’m a lunatic” flag while hunting down his next victim? I kept trying to think of a way to proceed.
“Hold on, and I’ll help you load that in your car,” he stopped me as I finished and paid. Perhaps I wouldn’t need to be the one to proceed; in this case, I might be able to follow. I saw no harm in him seeing my car in a busy parking lot in full daylight, so I waited, and we continued our chat.
He eyeballed my half-filled trunk then turned to ask, “You really like your wine don’t you?” The case from Total Wine was the giveaway, I guess. I explained about the upcoming party as he ribbed me with, “Sure… likely story.” Once he closed the trunk, he looked at me and said, “Now what?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d like to take you for a drink, or take you out, but I’m sure you have to go. If I give you my number, will you call me?” My thoughts must have shown on my face: I couldn’t see myself calling him to ask for a date, despite my interest and usually assertive nature.
“How about you give me your number?” he asked.
I have memorized my Google number, so with little hesitation, I provided it. He gave me a card containing all his information. “Google me,” he insisted…as if I hadn’t already planned to!
Once again, it looks like I might have found something quite interesting at Trader Joes.