Lucy is a 34-year-old communications manager. She describes her style as casual chic and says, “My favourite look is fitted jeans, knee-high boots and a cozy but classy sweater.” Lucy describes herself as “charismatic” and says, “I’m a great friend to the men and women in my world.” She likes going on ski and surf trips “or even just weekend getaways.” Lucy is looking for someone who is “outgoing, kind to others, and successful, in terms of doing well at what he loves.”
After a long period of being single — more than a year — my girlfriends demanded that I start online dating. There’s something to be said about a woman’s intuition, and her gut instincts, but I acquiesced. Not long after creating an account, my inbox was consumed by messages. One suitor stood out because of his profile name, which was something about a “knight.” Charming.
We chatted online for a week. He was polite, and quirky, maybe even odd. I liked that about him, because it made it easier to think about meeting him in person. The Knight — Michael — asked me out for coffee. I walked to the café to meet him, and a feeling of anticipation overwhelmed me: I was nervous, excited and scared, but I mostly felt proud for pushing myself to go through with this date.
The patio was full, so I sat just inside the open doors. We had exchanged some quick messages earlier that day, and I had described what I was wearing. Michael had written: “You won’t miss me.” He was not kidding: the “knight” showed up in an almost full set of actual armour. The patio fell silent as he slowly made his way toward me. Every single person at the café was staring at us. I remember his approach as if it were in slow motion. I was mortified.
Michael approached me and took off his helmet; there was sweat dripping down his face. He bowed slightly and struggled to sit down. He was grinning and clearly enjoying the attention from everyone in the café. Before I could even react, he began telling me facts about the armour he was wearing, how realistic it was, and how women could get it custom made. I could feel the pained look on my face, but that didn’t seem to deter him. He probably thought, “Wow, she’s so impressed, she’s speechless!” but “Help me!” is what was really going through my mind. Note to self: listen to your gut.
After an hour — the conversation was completely one-sided, which didn’t help him any — he told me he was going home to change, but would come back. It turned out he couldn’t get a cab in his suit and I had to help him. As he got into the cab I told him I was actually going to call it a night. I’m not into medieval role-play, but at least my online-dating life was off to an interesting start.
Culled from http://www.thestar.com/life/food_wine/2014/11/29/dating_diaries_lulu_and_michael.html