He truly was. He was polite and complimentary and even brought me a gift. Who does that? He has traditional values, is respectful and kind and not only asked me some really interesting questions, but listened for the answers.
I usually try to make my dates fun. It deflects from my dates asking me anything personal. Yes, believe it or not, I have some significant walls built up around me that it would take the most patient of men to penetrate. I use my humor and self deprecation to never actually answer a question that is posed directly to me. I blab more on this blog than I ever have. To anyone. And even at that, there are many many things that I don’t even share on here.
Back to the date. We had a great conversation. We talked about all sorts of topics. He is a very kind man who has had women take advantage of him in the past. He told me the stories and I honestly couldn’t believe it. Not that the women were so shitty, but that he didn’t see them coming from a mile a way. It actually crossed my mind, for a fraction of a millisecond, that if I was one of ‘those’ women, that I could convince myself (and him) that we were a good match.
We aren’t. He’s very straight-laced and very right-winged. While not being a raging liberal, we definitely have some differing views. If I was into him, I’m sure I could figure out a way to work around such opposing views, but the fact of the matter is that although he was a terrific guy, I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to kiss him. It was more like I wanted to give him a hug. And protect him from the next woman that will inevitably take advantage of him. As I drove home I was a bit sad. And wracking my brain for a nice woman to set him up with!