The New M.E. Generation

The next day, as soon as I got my day going (breakfast, reading the newspaper), I went straight to my computer. Hope any of those guys I sent a message responded to me. (Anxiety rising.)

Whoa! How many communications have I received? Who are all these guys? How did they get a hold of my profile??

Oh, damn! So that’s what having your profile as ‘public’ means (duh!). What was I thinking? Nothing; it means not really understanding how this dating program works.

And I don’t think any of the guys I sent an email to even responded to me.

Am I reading right? A 23 year old who wants to ‘score’ with a cougar? Is this Jesse by any chance?  (No, thank goodness it’s not!!)

And what is this other? A fifty something guy who simply wrote, ‘Hey hottie!’ Euuu, what is he thinking? It’s the complete opposite from the young one. This one wants to get a ‘young hen.’

Aargh! Help!! This is not what I was expecting. But, I don’t know what I was expecting… Maybe this was not such a great idea.

So, what am I supposed to do now? Guess I should respond? Perhaps delete some of them (like those two before mentioned ones? What’s the protocol?

I don’t think there’s any rule that I should take any immediate action (or is there?). More decisions to make.

I know; I will worry about it tomorrow (or the day after that, or so).

About a half hour later, Christian finally called back. “Done! Headed your way already. Should be there any minute now.”

I literally grabbed my things, jumped out of the car and ran towards the marina. When I got there, Christian and his buddy were waiting for my arrival.

When I got there I was almost out of breath. “Hello again,” said I to him. He introduced me to his fishing buddy.

And off we went! It was not the first time I’ve been in a boat (this one was about 20-25 feet long, pretty much what I’ve been before), so I knew how to maneuver around it.

The day was perfect for taking a boat ride. There was not a lot of wind, making it easy to sail. Jumping waves may sound like a lot of fun to you. But when a boat this size starts jumping up and down hard, better have a strong stomach ‘cause you’re going to feel it.

We cruised for about 15 minutes until we reached a shallow area in the middle of the open water that it’s a favorite for small boats and people to hang out.

The area was pretty full, so finding where to anchor was no easy task. Because I’ve been in boats before, I tried to help in whatever way possible. I was determined to at least give a good impression of a skilled boater if all else failed (I meant whatever happened after today’s encounter).

When all was under control, Christian and I stepped off the boat and sat on the water. His buddy stayed behind.

Christian and I were sitting face to face looking at each other and (now that the meeting finally occurred), neither one had any idea what to say. We were totally speechless.

Is this crazy or what?

He finally broke the silence. “So, we finally made it.”

“Yeah, I thought it would never happen.”

So what am I now supposed to do? Do I hug him? Kiss him? Ask a trivia question?

Another divine intervention please!

About 3-4 days later I called Christian. It was around 7pm in the evening which I thought was a descent time to do, considering he was probably done with work and already at home.

But he didn’t answer the call and it went to voicemail. It was disappointing, but understandable. If I see an incoming call with a number I don’t recognize or doesn’t list the caller, I don’t answer it.

I could have left a message but decided not to. What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey it’s the girl you gave the number to at the bar’? I don’t know about you, but it would have sounded sort of corny when I don’t recall giving him my name.

So what am I supposed to do now? Should I call him back again in a couple of hours? What if he decides to call back this missed call? It’s a possibility but, honestly, I don’t think that will happen.

I’m sitting at my sofa holding my mobile with my hand, contemplating what to do here.

No, I don’t feel like calling again in the same night. I don’t want to come across as desperate, a stalker or anything else in between.

I decided to call back again the next day at a later time during the evening. If he doesn’t answer, I will not leave a message.

After that, I think I will give it a third try. If no result, I will make a decision to either desist all together or let a few days go by and try again.

So let’s wait and see what happens tomorrow.

et cetera