Date 8: A tale of a man and his stache…

First and foremost: I MADE IT, DATE #8 BABY! Bittersweet I guess considering I’ve hit a wall. I prob could make it the 80 date update if I really wanted to but I’ll play it by ear… My first online date felt like a zillion years ago (when in fact it was only about a year ago). I do have to admit, I’ve gotten pretty date savvy during this experience. I also, know more about what I’m looking for and what I’m not and I’ve kinda had fun in a weird unexpected way. I’ve learned how to deal with rejection and take something from it but more importantly, I’ve learned how to be the rejectER! Overall, I think this was a positive life experience for me and one that has made me a wiser women.

Dating optimism, that’s what it’s all about. I’m trying to think outside the box when it comes to my date choices. I think the following date fit less in a box and more in a shiny disco ball. Open-mindedness can get you into trouble sometimes.

Date #8 ironically was my least favorite of all. It’s prob a good thing I’ve successfully completed my dating mission because I think my fairly good skills at selecting dates was diminishing! Date 8 was a great in theory. He was pre-med and working as an EMT and I thought he had great potential. So, when I saw his posted profile pictures consisted of some very prominent and disconcerting facial hair, I figured I could either see past it, or secretly hoped he has shaved it off predate and underneath was a fur free hottie. Not so much, that date initially had been rescheduled multiple times do to our crazy schedules. Once we were to meet he let me know that first he was running about 15 min late when he then showed up 30 min late. As he was riding up I noticed two sets of handlebars-one on the bike, the next on his face. In all honesty I kept thinking while I was waiting that I’m really more of a Clooney stubble king of facial hair girl and less of a Burt Reynolds, needing to comb it kind of facial hair girl. I said to myself, I CAN look past this small well not that small) thing. He’s hardworking, nice and FURRY I thought, really really furry. I just couldn’t do it. As we were eating our Gelato I was just praying he didn’t spill any cause if that man licked the gelato off his upper lip fringe, I was so outta there. I felt slightly shallow, but everyone’s got their standards I suppose. Our date was over in about half an hour. (Good Gelato though)

Lesson Learned: Whatever you may call them: stache, tache, tash, mo, soup strainer, flavor saver, cookie duster, molestache, I’m just not into them!