A couple nights ago, Thursday, May 6, I met a 29 year old church organist who recently moved here from Tulsa, Okla.
Sounded potentially good. Promising. His photos on christianmingle.com were attractive. It sure does amaze me how different guys can look from a photo.
This one was no exception.
His name is Jon with a last name similar to Taylor.
I said no to dinner and a movie, but yes to dinner. He chose Panera.
It went from odd -– when I first met him and he was shorter and smaller than he looked in his photos -– to bazaar. I've never heard anyone other than a flamboyantly gay man formulate words the way he did.
Perhaps my cousin Katie could mimic it. She's awfully good at impersonations.
The conversation went from blabbering to confessions.
I asked when his last relationship was and how long it was.
It was about a year ago. It lasted two years. He was engaged. She broke up with him.
Then, I stumbled over my words and asked if he was engaged before then.
He was shocked, "You're such a good reporter! Whoa! Whoa! How did you know?"
Feeling he was about to seal his fate, I had to agree: I'm a dang good reporter lol.
Just when I was trying to see if it could work out (even though I wasn't attracted to this guy whatsoever), he blew it.
Apparently he dated this girl for five years and was engaged for nearly 8 months. She had cerebral palsy, and was on oxygen at the end of their engagement. She broke up with him. Married another guy 8 months later.
It was over for me. Maybe if it were another guy, I may have been touched that he loved a girl with cerebral palsy.
Oh yes, I remember now (as if that didn't do it for me). He mentioned that he still loves the second girl. Yikes.
I've learned, yet again, I'm going to marry a ridiculously good looking man with a razor-sharp smarts.
I'll gladly wait for him : )
