This week has been kind of boring. Hence the lack of posts, I suppose. But it might be getting interesting! I'll explain.
A few days ago I broke my own rule and actually paid for a month of "catch.mom," lured in by the dangling of a "you have new email" message. I SWORE I would never do that again, but I did. And, of course, it was from a guy in Wisconsin whose profile was excellently written, but whose ensuing emails were, shall we say, NOT. When I expressed my indifference to long-distance relationships he insisted that he might be moving to Tulsa. When I asked him why he might be doing that, he disappeared. As I figured. Ah well, no harm, no foul, right? Well...$34.95 foul, but whatever. I left my profile as it was, but didn't do any searching of my own.
Then, a couple of days ago, I got another email. This one from a very good-looking guy who grew up "on the Mediterranean" not far from Greece, who's been in the U.S. for about a year. He's 7 years younger than me and likes to work out. He admitted that his English wasn't great yet, and that his brother helped him with his profile. I couldn't figure out why a good-looking much younger gym rat would be interested in having coffee with ME, but nevertheless, I said hello in return. He further revealed that he actually grew up in Lebanon, and responded with his phone number and personal email address if I would like to call.
(Side note: I completely understand why a Middle Eastern man might want to be somewhat vague about that in his profile, in these, the post-9/11 years. I'm sure there are many people who would write him off immediately for that, sadly. And it is true that Lebanon is on the Mediterranean, near Greece. It is also true that Tulsa has a sizable Lebanese community, that I have friends of Lebanese descent, and that I love falafel! Hee.)
Now, at this point, I remembered the saga of Sauntering Soul and her Hot Brazilian. She wasn't enthusiastic about their first meeting, either, but that turned out okay, so...I decided I would call. I was a bit nervous about the possible language barrier, and it took me a couple of days to get up my nerve, but last night I gave him a call.
Oh, my. To say English is his "second language" would be generous. He is very good at saying "ok--no problem," which he said a lot in response to my oft-repeated "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch..." I think we might be having coffee on Sunday afternoon. Maybe? No mention of where, though. To the best of my knowledge. Or exactly when. It's also quite possible that we'll be running away to join the circus tonight, or are we simply going to elope to Las Vegas on Monday? I HAVE NO IDEA. I am, however, pretty sure that he has to work tomorrow.
I had thought I would email him today, tactfully express my confusion as to our plans, and let him get his brother to help him respond. But I don't know. Maybe I'll just let things sit, and if he's truly motivated, he can find a way to communicate more clearly and get back in touch. What do you think? I'm sure you have opinions. Heh.