I am excited about a man again.
I've been momentarily excited about this one before, but he disappeared about the time my dad got here to help me move. He found me on Match dot com - or maybe I found him back when I was still enthusiastic about Match dot com and could search through the profiles without blowing my stack.
Since then, as you may recall, I got totally bent and wrote the feminist manifesto profile (Stonerdate 07.22.11). I'm pretty sure that my disappointment over Abilene Steve had a lot to do with my hostility toward Match Men in general. I really did like Abilene Steve, but it turns out that Debra, She Who Seeks, was right when she commented that it looked like I dodged a bullet. Although he may have calmed down by now, in my imagination Abilene Steve will continue to run through the Hudson Valley with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a dead cat in the other.
I don't know if the Yoga Master was monitoring my progress on Match dot com or if it was simply a matter of synchronicity, but as soon as I updated my profile and sounded friendly, he reappeared. Could be that once there was finally a nip of fall in the air, New York admitted that we were not on Summer Hours anymore. Could be that he got his personal projects finished up enough to turn his attention back to recreation. Maybe it had to do with my mentioning in the profile that I had a brief episode on Ashley Madison after I had filed for divorce but wasn't strictly single. I don't know, and frankly I'm not so sure I want to know. In any case, I'm excited again.
In the past, I have made disparaging remarks about men who post photographs of their property on dating sites. I could go on about the offensive nature of materialism in general - but I have a feeling that my real objection was that the property itself was entirely pedestrian. The Yoga Master's property is not only a manifestation of his authentic self - it's a hotel, of sorts, that he created and is currently promoting. I thought it was brilliant to combine on line dating with marketing since a lot of broads in NYC may not ever consider actually living at a yoga retreat in the countryside outside Ithaca, but they'd spend a bundle to hang out there a few weekends a year.
I was intrigued when I saw a couple of photos on his profile back in June, and I am even more intrigued now. He's coming into the city next weekend and has asked me out to lunch.
For the moment, I'm cooling my jets because we may never go beyond lunch no matter how easily I can see myself traipsing around his countryside. But stranger things have happened, and besides, I like the anticipation as much as the date itself. Sometimes more.
There's also another little fellow trying to come in from the periphery even though I've told him I am fundamentally opposed to his profession. He's a military contractor who trains pilots for electronic warfare. He says that Brits with a certain pedigree all spend time in the military. I figure his pedigree isn't particularly remarkable or he wouldn't be living in New Jersey.
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