Eileen is a 35-year-old marketing executive. She says: “My style is casual chic. If it’s not comfortable, there’s no way I’m wearing it.” She adds that she is a “makeup minimalist.” Eileen loves “dancing, journaling, relaxing with friends, and checking out new movies.” She says “I’m passive in some ways, but I know what I want. I’m gentle, sensible. I have a quirky sense of humour.”
I’m not quite newly single after getting divorced. My wish list is simple: a man who is confident, loves life, is mature but has an inner child, and is financially stable.
Max and I met on a dating site. He sent the first message and we chatted. He seemed smart, ambitious, funny. After a few days, he gave me his phone number and we took the conversation offline. We seemed to have a connection, and made plans to have dinner in a few days to find out if it was real. Before we could get to that, though, one obstacle stood in our way: New Year’s Eve. New Year’s is the most dreaded occasion for singles, next to Valentine’s Day. My plans were to go away on a wellness retreat with some girls. Max had another first date planned.
Instead of going away, I bailed and stayed in the city to do a dance class, have a bath and treat myself at home, and maybe meet up with a girlfriend. I appreciate and embrace alone time. At some point that evening, I got a text from Max, who was on his date. It said “With crazy woman now . . . Save me.” We exchanged a few more texts before I headed out to meet a friend for a quiet celebration of the new year.
There were more texts waiting for me after midnight. Max had “escaped” his date early and asked if I wanted to meet for a drink. Being a persistent guy, he then suggested a drink at my house, and then quickly retracted, saying that it was a bit much to ask for.
The fact that Max was so persistent in a “flirtatious but not needy” way was particularly attractive to me. He was confident enough to push the boundaries, but didn’t pressure me in any way. It was definitely a “take a chance on me” decision. The banter continued for a bit over text and he confirmed that he wasn’t an axe murderer, which I totally believed. I gave him my address. I realize it was a risky move, but I have learned to let my instincts guide me. So far they haven’t led me too far astray.
He arrived at my house at about 1:30, and I knew my instincts had not let me down. A friendly hug and a sheepish smile greeted me, and I invited him in. We compared notes about our evenings, and cracked open a bottle of wine to toast to new beginnings, the new year, and our super-spontaneous first meeting. We talked and talked, about relationships and other things, and before we knew it, it was four in the morning. I don’t think we even realized how tired we both were. Not being sure about the taxi situation at that hour, we decided that it would be best to catch some sleep. We woke up a few hours later, and he left early on New Year’s Day.
Our originally planned dinner date proceeded as planned the following day. It was a much more “normal” first date. Food was delicious, company was great and we continued to get acquainted throughout the evening. It was good. He was fully attentive, and no, he wasn’t texting during our date, nor did he make any moves to escape. We have another date for some Netflix planned in the near future.
Culled from http://www.thestar.com/life/2016/02/06/dating-diaries-eileen-and-max.html