One thing you must know about me is I am tenacious. I may appear to complain and poor mouth about
things that don’t go my way and I may verbalize giving up but I don’t actually
give up. I am ridiculously optimistic in
that respect; I continuously move forward as though things will work out even
when I don’t necessarily believe they will.
There is something inside me that won’t give up. I like to think it is a deep-rooted faith in
God and His will. Although it could
simply be I’m as stubborn as The Dad is ornery.
Case in point, I
was not having much luck (as you’ve read) on OKCupid or Match.com or any of the other sites whose commercials lie to you about your chance to find love, when I received a message
from someone asking if I was frustrated with OKCupid and, if so, to try Zoosk. As I was indeed frustrated, I opened
a Zoosk account, completed the profile, posted recent photos (unlike most
everyone else on the internet) and was pleasantly surprised to find I was asked to video myself
talking in order to verify I was indeed the person in the posted photos. I like me some Zoosk y’all.
I opened my
account the week before Christmas and immediately began chatting with several
people. I spent Christmas in the
bustling metropolis of Dayton, Ohio, with my family and was only able to communicate
through the site and even then at infrequent intervals as I was very busy
shopping, eating, playing cards, reminiscing, laughing and watching a one year-old play with
four dogs, one cat and 1,645 toy horses.
When I returned
home, I had a nice date with a Vietnamese gentleman who took me to his favorite
authentic restaurant. Authentic meaning
the signage, menu and language spoken was Vietnamese. I had to ask my date what he ordered me. Whatever it was, it was delicious but as is
the case when I eat authentic Asian food, I suffered gastric distress, luckily
only after I was alone in my home post-date, which ended very soon after the
meal. I knew he wasn’t my intended
betrothed so I didn’t feel bad fleeing into the night.
I then agreed to meet
a very cute Filipino CPA who is 35 and, like me, fond of non-fiction and Karen
Carpenter and not a fan of spicy food and flip-flops. We had a fantastic afternoon date at the
Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica which lasted for 7.5 hours. We shared crepes, iced tea, laughs and a long
walk with wonderful conversational topics ranging from literature, politics and
religion to the British Royal Family, real estate in Mississippi, the proper
pronunciation of ‘pecan’ and the definition of ‘boonies’, both in America and
the Philippines. I have never had so
much fun achieving my FitBit step goal. Dates
2, 3, 4 and 5 followed in quick succession.
This past Sunday
he agreed to attend church with me and I warned him, “People are going to want
to know who you are. I hope you are prepared for an onslaught of hugs and pointed inquiries as to your
role in my life and/or reasons for church attendance. Oh, and you'll also get a rainbow teddy bear; it's our church's 'thing'.”
Ben, his name is Ben, replied, “I’ll just tell them I am your boyfriend and
then I’ll just smile. I’m Asian; they won’t
be surprised that I’m quiet.” My boyfriend, y'all!
I am cautiously optimistic that on my list of Ways
to Meet Mr. Right, #s 14-26 will be left for someone else’s blog. Don't worry, I'll keep you all in the loop.
<3 :-)
ReplyDeleteLovin' some Uncle Dusty, y'all!!