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100 Dates of Summer

Memorial Day  signals the start of the "Operation: Summer Boo" plans. And part of Operation: Summer Boo entails a very ambitious effort on my part to date more, meet more people, and do more things.

100 Dates of Summer.

100 Dates of Summer (hopefully fueled by my recent membership to Match.com) is my attempt to get out there and meet new guys and experience new things.

 I started this experience with a coffee date...

..that went a little array.

I met the guy at a popular mall here at a coffee shop. I seemed like he was totally into me. I even got a new pair of shoes at the mall just to be on the safe side. He talked all about his money..how women in ATL WANT his money..and how he can easily pull chickenheads. I wasn't impressed but I was hoping he found me the exception. The date ended on his part abruptly...in the middle of Kenneth Cole..with a half-ass hug and him saying he had to go to the gym. And although I saw him days and days after that on-line, he had yet to contact me back.

Oh well....we press on.

The second experience...well..it just never really happpened. I received beautiful emails from a guy. He was extremely nice and a single dad to a 12 year old. However, he was extremely reluctant to send me clear pics of himself. FInally, upon asking several times, he goes "I will send a picture IF you agree to go out with me". Well..Mama didn't raise no fool. ANd I said.."Well..I'm cool with making new FRIENDS regardless of whether or not I'm attracted to you or not" And well...one scary photo later...I was not attracted to him. HE didn't look ANYTHING like the pics he posted. I couldnt even pass Go with that.

I chatted off and on with a few guys...but nothing really has materialized. All kinds of guys..black, white..older..younger. Finally, I was about to throw in the towel...and cancel this subscription that is...until.....

I got a little one-line message from a gorgeous guy. An educator also getting his PhD: tall, caramel, and athletic-built. Eventually...that little one line  convo lead to an almost 2 hr phone convo. At first, it was a bit rocky. I thought either dude was an asshole or ignorant....but it got a lot better. And eventually..that lead to him calling me EARLY morning for breakfast.where I met him.......and talked for almost another hour or so....and then afterwards...we walked around a popular home's store and I did my best "flirty girl" act..........(LOL..actually it wasn't an act.............) and ended the date with a big hug and a promise of another outing...:)...which left me with awesome butterflies in my stomach.....


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OK..maybe doing 100 Dates in Summer is VERY abitious...

Hhmmmm.....maybe I sould retitle this "50 First Dates".

(or hopefully 50 First Dates with the same dude)







........To Be Continued

Comments

  1. sooooo exciting! i can't wait to hear what happens next. i have seriously been considering trying on-line dating. but then i wonder if i'm taking matters into my own hands and not leaving it up to destiny & "the universe"...

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  2. Loving the 100 Dates of Summer goal!!!

    Last dude (Ph.D. candidate) sounds so great!!! He's my fav now! :-)

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