The Vault: Mr. Romantic (Part 1 of 2)

As promised, I went on some not so bad dates. Ultimately, the demise of the guys was due to lack of chemistry and attraction. They were ok, I mean they did have some qualities, I didn't quite like, hmmm, not really deal breakers however, let's focus on the positive!

Today, we'll start with Mr. Romantic. I met him online in late November early December of 07. We talked, e-mailed and text messaged each other for about two weeks before our first meeting. He was similar to his head shot, however he was extremely skinny in person, and his head was a big too big for his body...digressing, sorry. So anyways after our first meeting, we continued to talk and on Christmas Eve, he invited me to his place, in his words, "to pamper & spoil me". He promised dinner by candle light, massages (he was actually a massage therapist), the works. Since this was one of the few years I didn’t get to go home for the holidays, I agreed. Anyways, so we arrive at his place, and he starts getting ready to prepare dinner. I sit and watch him, and we chat. I offer to help and he adamantly declines, saying, "it's my day" then makes me a drink. So I'm making a mental note of all of this, he makes a pretty healthy meal (not that tasty), makes a really good drink, has Prince playing in the background, candles are lit...romantic right?

He puts his final touches on dinner, then has me to follow him to the table. But I was a little confused. There was only one plate.

Me: Aren't you going to eat?

Him: Yes, don't worry about me...

Me: But...

Him: Shhhh

He pulls his chair up right beside mine, as I reach for the fork, he grabs it, and begins feeding me. I will admit, this all felt very awkward. Like, maybe a little too much for a second date, and I never really had anyone to "feed" me literally. So dinner went on like that for awhile. He wouldn't allow me to pick the fork up or to do anything. After dinner, we head to the couch and watch a movie.

To be continued...

Icing On The Cake....Update 1 of 2

Dinner & Background
So last night, the plan was dinner with the Old Man. So I’m a little “lukewarm” or maybe tepid on him. Why? Because it’s the little things that he’s failing to do. Before I left for Jamaica, he was telling me ALL of these things and plans HE had for me for MY birthday. So shouldn’t his Geritol kick in at some point so he can make the plans? Mind you I NEVER asked him to take me to the Spa, or Dinner or anything else, so I SHOULD NOT have to be the one to make the reservations and calls. I told him where I wanted to eat at. He kept suggesting other places, reading off other names of restaurants, and I was like no, I want to eat HERE. Long story short, I had to make the reservation.

We get there just in time to see the belly dancer. So as we are watching the dancer hypnotize us with her shimmies and undulating circles, I give the Old Man a gift (on my b-day) that I got for him while I was in Jamaica. That’s a big step, as I didn’t buy too much for anyone else. He was surprised, and was like “wait, you’re giving me gifts on your birthday”? Yep, that’s how I roll...


Here’s The Icing On The Cake
I get up and excuse myself to go to the ladies room and low & behold, I run into the “Owner”, who I met in August or September at an event he was hosting...and HE REMEMBERED me!!! I was so surprised. We talk for a moment:

The Owner: You look great, how are you?

Me: I’m good thank you, wow, it’s been awhile, I’m surprised you remember me. It’s so good to see you.

The Owner: So is that your boyfriend?

Me: No, we are dating. It’s my birthday.

The Owner: It’s your birthday? Happy birthday (he gives me a hug). I have something for you.

He goes to the wall, a necklace is hanging as decoration. He takes it down and him and another person there put it around my neck. At this point I’m speechless. It was really beautiful, and it looks like it’s really from Morocco. After hugs later, I return to the table.

Me: Look, look what The Owner gave me

Old Man: He gave you that?

Me: Yes!!! Wow, my first gift, I’m so amazed he remembered me. We only met once. Isn’t it pretty?

Old Man: It’s nice.


He was pissed off but tried to hold it in! After dinner, he gives me a card. It feels kind of chunky, and I’m wondering what’s in it. I open it, and it reads:

“It’s your birthday! What do you say we put on some soft music.... (I open it, the inside reads...) and nothing else” - then the song “Let’s Get It On” starts playing.

I bust out laughing... to be continued