Single in the City : Adventures in Urban Dating











{August 7, 2008}   More from the Frontline of Online Dating #2

I had agreed to meet with this guy before I set my stringent “criteria”, that being over 5’9 and preferably with hair, and not because I’m a snob but because I am 5’7 and short, bald men don’t appeal to me (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) So we agreed to meet at a little Caribbean restaurant in Vancouver with a fantastic patio – and with the weather being as hot as it should be, it was a perfect evening for sitting outside. Then I got his text, “I’m inside in the back”. Strike 2 (or is that 3?). Inside? Ok. One ginger beer and we’ll call it a night. It’s not hard to locate this guy, the sweat is gleaming from his bald pate, a veritable beacon and the back.  We make our introductions and then sit down to what turns out to be a two hour chat session – all about him. The guy can talk. And talk. I consider myself a good listener – it’s a great way to get to know somebody – but usually at some point in the conversation there are natural breaks, moments to take turns and a time to say, “What do you think?” After a second ginger beer, a plate of plantains, and twenty minutes on his thoughts about the lack of discipline in kids today, he wants to order dessert.  I check the time, feign tiredness and politely decline. What’s left to say but “goodnight”.

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