Sunday was a double-date day heavy on the years – in fact a combined age 106, I believe. While I may get points for caring for the elderly, the dinner date with Guy 13 was so much different than in the morning with G12. Sunday morning was with a guy from what felt like the previous generation, the wise sage – a Yoda, if you will. OK, not that old looking. But G13 in the evening was different. Actually, he broached that subject well as he looked out the restaurant window toward my 1991 Nissan Sentra (Razz-ma-tazz Berries Sentra) parked on the street. I’d guess that is… 1997? he said. Nice, G13. Expected but nice – for both Razz and me – since I had hinted it was the year I graduated from college. Off by 6 years. She’s spent her whole life in garages, I proudly beamed. And I’ve spent my whole life in crappy towns not smiling (before Chicago). Its preserved our skins. Sure there’s some rusting/graying at the edges, but the bodies are firm, its a solid ride and they just won’t quit when…OK, OK, anyway, my point is…what’s my point? Oh yeah, I think G13 could also pass ~6 years younger too – mid-40s. And that made all the difference.
I could tell G13 had a wicked sense of humor, as it spilled out every now and then. But we both had a mild case of pherstititus (first-date-itis) and you know how that goes – the borderline humor is more or less in check for fear of scaring the other person into answering the “emergency phone call” (we each got one and ignored them – although mine was from G14, not GG). I’m procrastinating talking about how I felt about him because…its so unexpectedly different than this morning’s date. Wow, that surprises me, and not in a bad way.
Let us pray. Its amazing what a little exercise can do. In a mental rut this weekend, I went for a run this Sunday morning and – voilà – I began to snap out of it. Then I met Guy 12, who is the oldest guy I’ve ever dated – he’s 54. Hey, 30Dates is about taking risks, and I swung wide both ways on age, 12 years back for G1, and 13 years forward for G12. So what have I learned? I’m a typical guy: attracted to the younger, not so much the older. Wait though, I really liked that one mid-40′s guy when I was only 24, and that’s a 20-year spread! Of course, early retirement wasn’t on the radar in that scenario.
As G12 and I talked, I slowly stopped seeing him as “the old guy” and started seeing him as…well, almost a sage. Webster’s defines a sage as “wise through reflection and experience”. And that’s exactly what he was. I mean, we joked and laughed about silly things like movies, dating, our jobs. But its as if it was all filtered through this view that was simply…rejuvenating. Its probably not a coincidence that on the side he has avidly taught and practiced yoga for years and that he has this informed, yet c’est la vie attitude about life: exercise the Body-Mind-Spirit, right? Well, even as I cut mass this morning to meet G12, I felt as though I received something more right when I needed it. A Gift. Amen.
So Date 3 was a second date with my first match.com guy. It was… like… a real date. I haven’t been on a real date in a looong time. Or maybe even ever. I have for sure never been with someone who was as chivalrous as this guy.
Examples of things that were awkward for me, but he had good gentlemanly intentions about: paid for my glass of wine at the bar (a glass that I had before he got there), guided me to the table with his hand on my back, helped me put on my jacket, opened doors (including car doors), carried my big furry snow boots on the walk back, gave me a cd of music that he thought I would like…the list shall go on.
I think I can get used to this. Maaaaybe…
So, I HAVE been dating. But I HAVEN’T been blogging.
If there is one thing I can take away from this experience it is that Serial Dating takes up ALL my free time. There is honestly no time to sit down at a computer and blog this shit out! Having follow up dates, Facebooking a new potential date, text messaging with two potential dates, emailing back and forth with two other potential dates, giving out my number to my stalker (yes, that’s right, I may have a stalker….)
GG, I need your help and guidance!! Where is that damn matrix?!