Internet dating - 101--what not to do.
To continue....the next guy that I talked to seemed to be very nice. He and I chatted back and forth until I felt comfortable enough and got his phone number. I liked his laugh and his voice. He was charming and caring, a bit old fashioned and drove a mini cooper. Okay, that's nice. Then, he drops the bomb on me like the movie, "Yours, Mine and Ours". He says, "I have 9 children." I laughed and thought..."Great sense of humor!" But, he wasn't kidding. As nice as he was, I got heart palpitations at the thought of it going further and then mothering that many. (His wife had died when the youngest 6 years old, was a newborn.) We parted as friends, thankfully but nothing more.
Then, came the guy with the regurg problem. He was taller than I'd care to date. He had to be about 6'2 but I decided there's always a first. The first time on the phone, he announced that he had a slight health issue. I told him, "don't we all...don't worry about it." So, we meet and decide to out to Dave and Busters to eat. His health issue is that he can't keep his food down and without warning has to run to throw up or he has to spit the juices from his mouth and stomach into a napkin (or cup). I almost barfed when I saw him spitting his "juices" into a cup throughout the whole meal and THEN, he had to go and toss his cookies. I felt sorry for him, but yet, I was very grossed out. At one point, his cup full of "juices" got knocked over. I about died or barfed myself.
Then, I met my boo. We emailed each other back and forth three times before I suddenly announced to my daughters, "I'm gonna marry him! I'm serious! I am!" There was this feeling that I couldn't describe but I knew. Naturally, when I met Boo, I was hesitant. I mean, something had to be wrong with him. He was good looking, sweet, gorgeous, smelled good....and he thought I looked absolutely yummy. We hit it off the first day we met face to face. We giggled and held hands like little teenagers. We called each other mushy names...Babe, Boo, Boo Boo, Baby. We laughed over goofy stuff and reminisced over our childhoods. Then, we kissed.....
Then, came the guy with the regurg problem. He was taller than I'd care to date. He had to be about 6'2 but I decided there's always a first. The first time on the phone, he announced that he had a slight health issue. I told him, "don't we all...don't worry about it." So, we meet and decide to out to Dave and Busters to eat. His health issue is that he can't keep his food down and without warning has to run to throw up or he has to spit the juices from his mouth and stomach into a napkin (or cup). I almost barfed when I saw him spitting his "juices" into a cup throughout the whole meal and THEN, he had to go and toss his cookies. I felt sorry for him, but yet, I was very grossed out. At one point, his cup full of "juices" got knocked over. I about died or barfed myself.
Then, I met my boo. We emailed each other back and forth three times before I suddenly announced to my daughters, "I'm gonna marry him! I'm serious! I am!" There was this feeling that I couldn't describe but I knew. Naturally, when I met Boo, I was hesitant. I mean, something had to be wrong with him. He was good looking, sweet, gorgeous, smelled good....and he thought I looked absolutely yummy. We hit it off the first day we met face to face. We giggled and held hands like little teenagers. We called each other mushy names...Babe, Boo, Boo Boo, Baby. We laughed over goofy stuff and reminisced over our childhoods. Then, we kissed.....
Comments
I can't even comment on the 2nd guy. It's too disturbing.
The juices, OH GAG I almost barfed on the keyboard!!!
Glad you found Boo!
The juicer guy had me throwin up in my mouth just alittle. Especially when you said the cup spilled. Ewwwwwwwww
I left you a little juice...I mean love on my blog.