First, I am staying away from nicknaming him Fox, cause that didn’t work out so well for ASV.
But, he has that same aspect – a beautiful, full head of silver hair, perfectly coiffed. He was a handsome gentleman, very well-respected in his career and just about to make that “big step” into the next level. What he achieved is very impressive. He is super creative, well-traveled and interesting. I was excited about meeting him for the first time.
We originally planned a date that he ultimately cancelled. I assumed he wouldn’t reschedule as this just seems to be the nature of things these days, but he did and was very attentive in his communication. I found the balance of talking and texting to be just right and he showed a good level of interest. He also selected a great bar for our first date and kept it to two hours. All good signs.
The only negative was that I thought he was a little soft and he had an effeminate lilt to his voice.
When I arrived to the bar to meet him, he was already seated and I saw him from across the room. I immediately thought to myself “how great that he is better looking than his photos!” We hugged and kissed in the European style upon greeting and he was very complimentary to me.
He noticed my shoes as soon as I arrived and commented on them. It was easy to have a discussion with him about fashion and my industry. The fact that I thought him soft stuck with me, he was too gentle and too sweet. I actually felt bad for thinking of this! He was gentle, kind and wonderful and full of great things to speak about.
But I couldn’t imagine kissing him. At all.
Epicine might be a good word to describe him. Frail or faint. He was actually neither of those and a 100 century biker several times a year. I couldn’t quite get passed this over-arching feeling.
The date progressed and he now noticed my eyeshadow and commented on the pretty glitter and the way it highlighted my eyes.
We laughed and had a good time. He asked me out for a second date and I agreed because I thought I should explore more with him. He kept me more than interested the entire date. He would be a great partner. He walked me to the taxi and gave me a chaste kiss goodbye.
I was sort of glad he didn’t try more, sexy didn’t suit him and he is really slim so there wasn’t much to grab on to.
I sent text to my girlfriends to let them know how the date progressed. I told them he was a little too soft and metro for my taste, but that he was so cool I wanted to have another date with him.
And, that’s when things got a little weird. He was perfectly lovely and polite during our date…and fully enamored with me. He called and sent several text during the day Friday, and I mentioned to him I was out drinking with friends and would not be sending him text as I was likely to be drunk and didn’t want to say something foolish.
Here is the chain of text messages for your entertainment:
Seriously….all I didn’t do was NOT call him Saturday. I was super busy and trying to just put some space in between all his text and calls.
But his final few text just got too strange for me. I don’t know what he wants or why.
And his sexy talk actually sent the chills up my spine. It didn’t suit him AT ALL.
Block, delete and move on. Again.