Jessica is a 37-year-old real-estate agent and single mom. She loves “girlie fashion . . . I love wearing hot clothes.” Jessica likes sailing, dancing, cooking, being involved in charitable causes and going on road trips. She says, “I have a good attitude about dating. If it’s not fun, why bother?” Jessica wants to date someone who is funny and “has it together.”
For my fourth date with Wale, he asked me to come to his new house for dinner. He had rented a beautiful house while he waited to buy. He had told me he wasn’t a good cook, but that he was excited to cook for me. Our earlier dates had been easy and fun, so I thought, why not?
When I arrived, armed with a bottle of wine and the knowledge that our previous three dates had been leading up to something, I found out that the dog he had told me about was actually a huge, huge dog. I like dogs, but I’m not a fan of huge dogs, especially when they follow me around, like this one did, like he was the security guard of the house. Not a deal breaker, but kind of annoying.
We had drinks on the patio before dinner. Wale was casually dressed and laid back, in a great mood. He cooked on the grill while I drank wine. We talked about online dating, and about his divorce — he was having a kind of “divorce-iversary” that day. Wale told me about some of the trouble he had with women he’d dated more recently, women who were really clingy and overcommitted. I told him the truth, that he would never have that problem with me. It was a nice time, very relaxing.
For dinner, back in the house, Wale served the barbecue salmon, which was great, and some sides. He definitely does know how to cook, and was being humble when he said he didn’t. He also lit candles, and had bought nice wine — better than what I had brought over. He did, however, spill a lot of wine on his shirt when he hugged me at one point. He stripped it off in the kitchen, and we both laughed. He was cute.
Dinner for two was actually dinner for three: the monster dog wanted to share the salmon, and I found myself staring at this hungry, big dog face with droopy eyes staring back at me while I was trying to have a conversation with its owner. Eventually I gave up and passed some of my fish to the dog.
The doorbell rang after dinner. Considering it was the anniversary of his divorce, for a moment I wondered if it was maybe his ex-wife, or one of the women he dated after he got divorced. I ended up answering the door, as Wale was busy in the kitchen. It was a neighbour, a woman around my age, carrying a box stuffed with things. She said she was there to welcome him to the neighbourhood. I thought that was a nice gesture, and not the kind of thing people seem to do anymore. The timing wasn’t good, but I was impressed.
Wale was so touched that she had come over with this large box that he invited her into the house to join us for a drink. He opened up a package of cookies that was in the box of things she had brought over. For the second time, I wished we were alone, just the two of us! Now my fourth date had become a party of four: me, Wale, the huge dog and this woman. She ended up staying for almost an hour, talking. She was also separated. She was very nice, but I couldn’t help but wonder why someone had made their “welcome to the neighbourhood” visit on a Friday night.
A few times, I mentioned that I wasn’t from the area, so that she might get the hint that we were on a date. I don’t usually play games, but I was ready for her to go.
Finally, she left, and Wale and I went back outside. He lit a cigar, a gift from a friend, and started to cough. I thought he might be trying to be cool and impress me, which made me laugh. He told me he liked my hair, and liked that I was independent and self-assured. He told me he usually found it hard to trust women, and that dating hadn’t been a good experience for him, but that he liked me.
Later, Wale realized I hadn’t had enough to eat at dinner, so he made me some snacks and we settled in to watch a movie. Once again, the dog came right up to me, begging for a bite, and ended up eating most of my food.
Culled from http://www.thestar.com/life/relationships/2016/02/27/dating-diaries-jessica-and-warren.html