I just had to share this experience from my old blog…it could totally be an episode of Sex in the City. It was one of those times that you are scrolling an inner dialog thinking, “Did this just really happen, or are there hidden camera’s somewhere?”
For whatever reason, I tend to attract and get on well with British men, my BFF says I’m a Brit magnet. My own theory is because they know HOW, and more importantly, WANT to get to know a woman’s mind. Or at least find out what you really think about things and then say great lines like “You have a brilliant mind!” And, no, it’s not because of the accent, but let’s be honest, it is definitely a bonus!
Early in my post-divorce dating life, I happened upon “Brit2” online. We actually had sent long and frequent emails and texts off and on for weeks. As a scientist, he was more reserved and therefore took his time before setting up a lunch. He, like my first Brit, requested we not exchange photos, which on the upside makes you feel like a kid on Christmas morning when you are about to meet.
I asked him to meet me at my Indian restaurant for lunch. He was extremely laid back, very British-looking, very interesting to chat with and we were having a brilliant time. He suavely came over to my side of the booth and sat next to me. Unfortunately, I had an appointment with my trainer about an hour and a half after we met so there wasn’t a chance to linger. However, as he walked me to my car, we talked and kissed in the parking lot for a couple of minutes and went our separate ways. Overall, I felt we had a very good date and I was looking forward to seeing and kissing him again.
We texted more that day but I actually had a dinner date too. My dinner date, who I will call Mr Green, had met online just a couple of days before. He had been honest enough to tell me he hadn’t quite left his wife yet and seemed to be a big mess. Call me a softie but I remember feeling helpless at first so I offered to meet him for dinner, but made it very clear I was just paying it forward and wasn’t interested in anything more than being his friend. This was my pre-cursor to becoming a dating coach, I just didn’t know it yet. He agreed to keep it just friendly and then picked a very nice restaurant.
Honestly, I let him do most of the talking. And boy did he spill his guts, including telling me he had barely had any sex in 15 years because he couldn’t get it up because he might be attracted to men and was confused. This was a little more than I bargained for...this man didn’t need a friend, he needed a therapist!
My safety friend checked in and I replied “I’m fine…he’s harmless.”
We were about an hour into it when I say “I really wanted to go ahead and meet you b/c someone paid it forward to me, he was my catalyst and I want to be able to do the same for other people.” Then I happen to mention right after that my Catalyst was British and he immediately hops on it and it says “Your British friend doesn’t happen to be named ‘*******’ does it? He’s in a science occupation and lives in a xyz town?” He perfectly described Brit2…my lunch date!
I’m an open book, an honest gal, as real as they come so I replied, “No, catalyst name is ****, but I had lunch with ****** earlier today!” I sat there, mouth gaping at how odd this was turning out to be…I mean I was already inwardly gasping at all the crazy personal sexual stuff he shared and now this!
Mr Green then says “Oh, well my wife had an affair with him {Brit2}!” Then he went on to tell me details of that and he and his wife’s situation and that she also might be gay. I’m not a judgmental person…the only time I tend to have opinions is when people won’t just be who they are and own up to their flaws and mistakes.
Shortly after this, he went to the restroom, during which time I did what ANY girl would do…I texted my two best girlfriends and said “Meet me for coffee at 8:45pm…I am having the craziest experience and will ONLY tell you in person! You are NOT going to believe it!”
We ended the date and Mr Green wanted to know what I was going to do about Brit2. I said I wasn’t sure yet, but told him I would not tell Brit2 any of what he told me.
So I sped to where both the gals were waiting for me with coffee. I was about to burst because I wanted to laugh and roll my eyes at myself. We get through the preliminary hi’s and they had all kinds of grand ideas about what I had to tell them but of course, who the hell could guess the truth?
I start relaying the story of the date and then I said “And then he tells me that Brit2 and his wife had an affair years ago!” They gasped…and then guffawed! This could only happen to me. What are the chances that I could meet two men in the same day, from two different dating sites, and end up going out with men who had that kind of coincidence? Life is stranger than fiction.
As we sipped our coffee and ate our blackberry cobbler while laughing at my day, that’s when I knew I was in my very own episode of sex and the city, only I was wearing slightly more comfortable shoes.
Tell me your craziest dating story in the comments...
For whatever reason, I tend to attract and get on well with British men, my BFF says I’m a Brit magnet. My own theory is because they know HOW, and more importantly, WANT to get to know a woman’s mind. Or at least find out what you really think about things and then say great lines like “You have a brilliant mind!” And, no, it’s not because of the accent, but let’s be honest, it is definitely a bonus!
Early in my post-divorce dating life, I happened upon “Brit2” online. We actually had sent long and frequent emails and texts off and on for weeks. As a scientist, he was more reserved and therefore took his time before setting up a lunch. He, like my first Brit, requested we not exchange photos, which on the upside makes you feel like a kid on Christmas morning when you are about to meet.
I asked him to meet me at my Indian restaurant for lunch. He was extremely laid back, very British-looking, very interesting to chat with and we were having a brilliant time. He suavely came over to my side of the booth and sat next to me. Unfortunately, I had an appointment with my trainer about an hour and a half after we met so there wasn’t a chance to linger. However, as he walked me to my car, we talked and kissed in the parking lot for a couple of minutes and went our separate ways. Overall, I felt we had a very good date and I was looking forward to seeing and kissing him again.
We texted more that day but I actually had a dinner date too. My dinner date, who I will call Mr Green, had met online just a couple of days before. He had been honest enough to tell me he hadn’t quite left his wife yet and seemed to be a big mess. Call me a softie but I remember feeling helpless at first so I offered to meet him for dinner, but made it very clear I was just paying it forward and wasn’t interested in anything more than being his friend. This was my pre-cursor to becoming a dating coach, I just didn’t know it yet. He agreed to keep it just friendly and then picked a very nice restaurant.
Honestly, I let him do most of the talking. And boy did he spill his guts, including telling me he had barely had any sex in 15 years because he couldn’t get it up because he might be attracted to men and was confused. This was a little more than I bargained for...this man didn’t need a friend, he needed a therapist!
My safety friend checked in and I replied “I’m fine…he’s harmless.”
We were about an hour into it when I say “I really wanted to go ahead and meet you b/c someone paid it forward to me, he was my catalyst and I want to be able to do the same for other people.” Then I happen to mention right after that my Catalyst was British and he immediately hops on it and it says “Your British friend doesn’t happen to be named ‘*******’ does it? He’s in a science occupation and lives in a xyz town?” He perfectly described Brit2…my lunch date!
I’m an open book, an honest gal, as real as they come so I replied, “No, catalyst name is ****, but I had lunch with ****** earlier today!” I sat there, mouth gaping at how odd this was turning out to be…I mean I was already inwardly gasping at all the crazy personal sexual stuff he shared and now this!
Mr Green then says “Oh, well my wife had an affair with him {Brit2}!” Then he went on to tell me details of that and he and his wife’s situation and that she also might be gay. I’m not a judgmental person…the only time I tend to have opinions is when people won’t just be who they are and own up to their flaws and mistakes.
Shortly after this, he went to the restroom, during which time I did what ANY girl would do…I texted my two best girlfriends and said “Meet me for coffee at 8:45pm…I am having the craziest experience and will ONLY tell you in person! You are NOT going to believe it!”
We ended the date and Mr Green wanted to know what I was going to do about Brit2. I said I wasn’t sure yet, but told him I would not tell Brit2 any of what he told me.
So I sped to where both the gals were waiting for me with coffee. I was about to burst because I wanted to laugh and roll my eyes at myself. We get through the preliminary hi’s and they had all kinds of grand ideas about what I had to tell them but of course, who the hell could guess the truth?
I start relaying the story of the date and then I said “And then he tells me that Brit2 and his wife had an affair years ago!” They gasped…and then guffawed! This could only happen to me. What are the chances that I could meet two men in the same day, from two different dating sites, and end up going out with men who had that kind of coincidence? Life is stranger than fiction.
As we sipped our coffee and ate our blackberry cobbler while laughing at my day, that’s when I knew I was in my very own episode of sex and the city, only I was wearing slightly more comfortable shoes.
Tell me your craziest dating story in the comments...
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