This is sort of a long story but I will make it shortish.

I met another interesting fellow from my online gallivantings.

Really, it's not fair to call it online gallivantings because while I do, do want to meet a wonderful guy and fall in love, etc, etc, I don't believe that online is the way to go. In my particular case, anyway. The explanation why is very long and very boring, and possibly doesn't make much sense.

Anyway, we can't call it gallivanting because when I start talking to these fellows, it's not with romantic intentions. We start as friends, I'm my usual witty, charming, sparkling self [ha ha] and they fall at my (virtual) feet, declaring their undying love.

Which begs the question: why are my virtual feet so much more attractive than my toe-ringed, size 11, unpainted (at this time) toesies?

Why

Anyway, the latest in my entourage is this guy from Europe who I've talked to perhaps 12 times in 3 years. I must have made an impression on him because he's in Canada visiting his cousin among other things and he actually flew into the city I live in to say hello.

It was very flattering, a bit nerve wracking, and I'm glad to say that I am still unafraid of meeting these "men" I talk to online. I really find that I can trust my instincts (yes, even from 12 conversations in 3 years) and I'm usually right. And of course I always meet in broad daylight in a public place

The meeting was quite short (unfortunately, lack of notice on his part led to him coming on a day that I was working) but I think it was long enough for me to realize that he wasn't "the one", not that I thought he was from our talking.

I want a guy who can make me laugh, who can make me swoon with his absurdity. A guy who uses words you don't hear everyday. This is a vague description but it's about all I can come up with. I hope I'm right, and what I want is what I need.

Anyhow, that's what's happening in my life on the boy front.

Posted on 2005-01-19 at 12:16 a.m. |