When I met my “first” date via Tinder, I immediately thought, Am I being catfished? Who is this guy? Did I really right swipe on a thin (but not too thin), plaid wearing lumberjack who looks like he escaped from “Mumford and Sons?”
And my second thought was, I wish my friend was here on this date, because despite the falling stock prices at Gillette where every month is now “Movemeber,” I hate beards! Let me see your face!! My friend on the other hand would love this guy!
But as I’m sure you’ll guess, I got over it. I overlooked his poor choice of facial hair, just as I overlooked his other imperfections that I would later learn about while systematically erasing the misses on my “must haves” list if I was the type of girl who had one. You didn’t finish college? You don’t go to work everyday? You have to get up twice a night to feed your dog? (Your bed by the way gave me flee bites that lasted longer than you did…)
Now I’m at the part of this long-winded story that SHOULD be the most interesting where you, my beautiful readers finally meet this flee infested, skinny lumberjack who is the stumble in the Six Date Stumble. The guy who had all those misses, but who looked at me like no one ever has. Yet now that it’s time for me to introduce him, I’m at a loss at how to articulate this story, while the other part of me no longer wants to tell it.
When I started this blog, I knew immediately that it would be up to me to craft an approach that would be different, because as interpersonal as I am in regards to writing for myself, I’m also enough of a narcissus to want readers.
But why would they (or you) read this blog? How is this blog different and how will it be different? How do I go beyond these generic love stories that we all have been involved in? How do I got beyond the “Way he looked at me”……”It was like we knew each other”….. “We talked for hours””……. “We had all this chemistry….”
Then I started reading. Blogs, stories, poems, songs….All written by lonely hearts around the world about love, loss, dating, relationships…The time in the moment and those fleeting past….falling in and falling out…. And I soon realized, what I knew before but which didn’t occur to me until I saw the thoughts and ideas on others in print. Everyone has gone through what I have. Everyone has been heartbroken, but few have gone beyond discussing what they learned about themselves. That was going to be the point of this blog. I was going to go beyond all that and talk about how loving these men, these strangers changed ME.
But in order to get to that part, I have to tell the somewhat generic story about how I fell for this person, these people in the same ways where we all fall “for this person.”
I have to figure out how to tell the story that has been told already.
I hope you’ll share yours in the comment section.
This story picks up where I left off here…..
Photo: “Love Me” Wall Taken by Me in Los Angeles