Video Girl (Zzzzzz)

dating in your 30's

Blog #16

I had fairly high hopes for this one initially – and I even told my mom about her.

Mom, she likes old cars and sailing..

“That’s good, make sure you get an outdoor girl, you want one that’s active, if she likes sailing that means she likes to be on the water, she sounds good”

Now this was odd because I am really not even an outdoor guy, and although we have a spot on the water I rarely even make it up there.

“ok Mom”

I am not sure who made the first move but we were sending messages back every day or two.  Her photos were ok, her write up was ok and her responses were “ok”.


A glasses wearing brunette standing about 5’6″ with a little hipster vibe going on.  Jeans and dark green jacket type chick from a blue collar town now living in the heart of the city.  A pubber, not a clubber, in her early 30’s.

This could work for me if there is attraction – I know her type and I know it can, let’s see….

She asked if we could talk on the phone, no texting, she wanted to go straight to the old dial and ring – which I welcomed.

I called and she spoke with low energy and kept the topics pretty mundane – nothing jumped out and bit me or evoked anything resembling urgency to meet this girl in person.  There’s another word for this, boring.

Being me though, I always give the benefit of the doubt to them and hold out thinking in person she could be a hot little bomb shell that makes me go crazy for her, so I asked to meet and she quickly agreed.

She said she could come to my area “the next time I am passing through on my way to visit my parents which is usually once a week” but I said I’d be more than happy to come to her, as a guy I feel that’s kinda my job anyway.  We set the date for the next Saturday at a nice cafe around the block from her pad.

Good thing I left early as traffic was beyond brutal and right as the clock hit 7:00pm I was in my car at the traffic light looking at the cafe to my left, and here was VG looking at me as she walked across the street on her way into the cafe, before we both quickly looked away.

She was wearing a long tweed jacket doing her best to cover up her body (I assume) but I could tell she was very top heavy.  Something you couldn’t make out from her pictures, even full body shots.

I am not saying top heavy as in nice boobs that make you wonder if they’re real or not, I mean top heavy like HUGE boobs that belong on a woman weighing 350+ but attached to a girl maybe weighing 150 with a tapered lower section.


Too bad I am an ass man 😦

I parked around the corner and met her as I walked up to the cafe, quick hug and greetings before we entered, sat down, ordered our coffees and got to talking.

Just like the phone call her dialogue was low-ball and anti-stimulating, but her eagerness with it (even when I purposely let awkward silences roll) told me she was interested, but I wasn’t.

I had finished my coffee fairly early and was really just riding this one out between mumbling mindless responses to her  and wondering about the girl I’d dated the night before.  Anyone else would have made an escape but I suffer from a disease called being empathic towards another persons feelings, so I suggested we hit up another spot (before I fell asleep).

We walked down the street to another place she mentioned, but when we got there it was closed.  We went into another place and ordered up two more coffees..

This was when she went to the washroom and I checked my phone to see a message from the girl I’d been on a date with the night before asking me how I was.

Now I really didn’t want to be there.

During my coffee I went to the washroom and replied to the message, came back, finished my coffee and told VG I’d better hit the road.

As we walked out of the cafe I pointed in the direction I was parked and turned around to see her standing there like a puppy dog.

I went back, gave her a big hug, told her it was nice meeting her then turned and went for my car.

I never messaged (nor heard from) her again…










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