About a week ago, Joy Behar initiated a first message to me on one of the popular dating sites. It’s always best when they contact you first. It shows interest level, and there’s no chance of rejection when they are making the moves. As always, names have been changed to protect the guilty! We exchanged messages and banter for a couple of days, and then she offered her number, and I told her I would contact her. The next afternoon I sent her a text, but received no reply. I assumed that either I had the wrong number, or she changed her mind. People are sometimes fickle in the beginning, this can happen until you have developed the hook of love.
The next day, she sent me a message on the website. It appears I was still in the game. I replied, “I sent you a text yesterday”. She claimed she did not see it, so I sent her another, and this time she replied. I called her on the phone and we had a nice conversation, and at the end of our mini telephone date, I invited her to meet me for dinner at Flanigan’s restaurant. From our brief texts and phone conversation, I gathered that she was a nice lady and wore her heart on her sleeve. What really stood out was one word she used to describe herself – she claimed that she was a pleaser. These types make the very best mates for men, whether they know it or not. Many men think they want an exciting supermodel. Give me a break! Love is exciting, love is all you need. What they don’t know is that they want to be comfortable in a relationship. What she said really made me raise an eyebrow and piqued my interest. I really have to check this wittle kitten out!
Also, she called me handsome a couple of times. Compliments are the best signs of interest level.
She really seems to be who she says she is, a pleaser. Other than the delay with replying to my first text, which she later admitted was her fault (she recently met another man who had the same name as mine, Gary, and she did not want to talk to him.) – talking to her and making the date happen went very smoothly, all the bubbles glided across the surface effortlessly.
I arrived at Flanigan’s two minutes late, but that’s right on time in my book, close enough for government work! She was there five minutes early, she texted me, and I suggested she get a table for us. So much for those drive-by coffee dates some folks have – how tacky! We went straight for the romantic date. Nice sociable people with no hangups have no trouble meeting for dinner.
When I walked into the restaurant, I was surprised how packed it was. It was like a Saturday night, even though it was a weekday night. I have to tell you, based on the pictures in her dating profile, I was not sure I would be attracted to her. I even thought that she might be one of those women who lie about their age. While it may be considered a only a little white lie, I don’t like that, particularly when trust is such a huge issue when it comes to relationships. You don’t want to start off on the wrong foot. I smoothly and purposely waded through the crowd until I got to the bar. I saw a youngish-looking wildcat making eyes at me at the other end of the bar. Could this be my date? Then she waved at me. From all the way across the room, through a sea of people, I was attracted to her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Isn’t it romantic. I walked up to Joy and gave her a big fat hug and we exchanged pleasantries, and ordered drinks. She has a very nice complexion.
Let the banter begin! Right out of the gate, Joy’s high interest in me was obvious. There was lots of touching throughout the date in many forms, she was all over me. Pour out the oil and the gasoline, now we are cooking with Crisco! She was even playing footsie with me when we moved to a table! I would say something cute or romantic and she would squeeze my leg between her legs. Wow, what a sweet wittle wildcat!
We had a great conversation at dinner, full of banter, in depth conversation, very well-rounded, interesting and fun, all wrapped up into one. She was married for twenty years to a man who had patented thirty products, a real genius. Yet, he obviously knew little about women, he was a control freak, and killed her love for him. Joy is a bookkeeper and runs her own business, and is very business savvy, and I enjoyed talking to such a seasoned and intelligent woman, who also is warm, bubbly, and very nice-nice. I asked if she was rich, but as it turns out, her ex-husband developed his inventions in the capacity of a consultant, employed by companies, so that means the employers he worked for got the lion’s share of the profits.
She has two children in college. She recently lost a big client and just moved to my area from Connecticut last week! I was her second date since moving here! This was her home town, and she got a lead on an apartment here and decided to move back, and rebuild her business. As a matter of fact, she just landed a new, big client from Miami the other day. I said, “You go girl!”
We had some nice candid conversation about dating over our long, three hour dinner date. You know it’s going well when I last that long and don’t get butt-hurt from sitting too long. I told her some of my funny date stories, and she told me some of hers. Right after her divorce, she was intimate with a friend for about a year, that was her rebound relationship. This is fine because it suggests she’s past that rebound stage and ready for wuv again. Wuv, twue wuv!
She also mentioned a short lived romance of about three months she had with a man who dropped her. It turns out he was on the rebound. They are still friends.
Joy remarked that a date accidentally took her to a roleplaying and submission lecture! She liked it! When she said something sarcastic I threatened to spank her. She exclaimed, “I like that!” Call the wambulance, call nine-Juan-Juan!
She asked me what I was looking for. Am I looking to have a relationship or just date? She said, “Some men are just looking to date, you know, for hookups”. Like the suave, Dr. Phil-like, luv guru that I am, I looked her straight in the eye and told her I’m looking for the same thing all normal, healthy people are looking for – love. I know just what to do and say with a woman, you betcha!
I noticed something interesting before the date. Joy asked me if I minded that she does not drink. I would later come to find that she is a recovering alcoholic, and goes to AA. I hope she stays sober.
Incidentally, she told me point blank a couple of times on this date that she was attracted to me – ya think?
When we finished dinner and she had a last coffee and I had my second and last drink, the check came and she offered to help, but said she did not want to insult me. She’s just too sweet. I offered to pay, but said I don’t really care who pays or how much, I don’t get hung-up on the details or make mountains out of mole hills. She ended up paying the smaller portion of the bill.
On our way out of the restaurant, amongst all the Christmas decorations, there was a big Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer sitting on a bench, and I took a few pictures of her with that silly critter!
Always the gentleman, I escorted Joy across the long dark parking lot. Before we said our goodbyes, I had one thing left to do. There was no way I was letting this wildcat go without a kiss! Slowly and deliberately, with poise and purpose, I put my hands behind my back (watch those roaming hands!), leaned in, and we shared the most gentle, soft, innocent, sweet kiss. Wuv is in the air. Jim Carrey, my alter-ego, strikes again and scores another kiss with a beautiful Fräulein!
Joy wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s just a nice pleaser, bubbly, kind, and there is also a wildcat lurking inside!
After we went our separate ways, she texted that she hopes she’ll see me again. I said, “Thank you sweetie, it was very nice-nice. We will have to do it again.” Just another beautiful date in paradise and I jumped Joy, er, I’m jumping for Joy!
