life after it all

Ok, so while I'm not sappy, I think its interesting to learn how you meet significant people. And Sherries Blog for the day highlights that tomorrow is How i met my honey day. My "honey" and I met rather conventionally, unlike Sherrie and her's (or even me and my last bf). And I don't call him honey. The word kind of turns my stomach. =)

Ok, so to participate in a blog event, here it goes:

I moved to Edmonton in late Jan to start over my life. I had just come thru the worst year of my life and I was reeling. I arrived and met an awesome woman named Chantelle who invited me out for dinner with some of her friends on Valentines Day. It was a great dinner. The conversation was lively and full of interesting tidbits concerning men in Edmonton. Everyone had a different story to tell, except for one common element. Finding a man is hard in Edmonton. All these wonderful chicks had tried their hand at online dating. And these are WONDERFUL women. All lawyers and investment bankers. So I'm sitting at the table, the youngest by at least 4 years, thinking "Uh-oh". If they couldn't meet a man, how the hell was I going too?

So I went home and thought nothing more of the internet dating idea that night. The next night however, I opened a bottle of white wine (much to my friend Kathy's dismay) and I put up an online bio on Plenty of Fish. I wasn't embaressed to do this, but I did need some dutch courage. I was not on 30 minutes when a man sent me a message. I was surprised. And I replied. And we started chatting online. He seemed nice enough. Until...we both realized we worked for Alberta Justice. And right aay the both of us ran in seperate directions. So I turned off the computer and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning to a lovely email from him current boyfriend. We chatted via email for a day and then exchanged IM names. We chatted online Saturday night while watching Ghostbusters (what an awesome movie) and choose Monday to meet (Family Day - Feb 18th).

We met up that Monday afternoon at Block 1912 (the one place I can count on people knowing for sure). And, to be honest, I was a little like Sherrie. In walked this guy that looked nothing like I imagined. I'm not sure what I imagined, but it wasn't him. I dont mean this in a bad way, I just had a different thought in my head. He seemed nice enough and we enjoyed a drink and went for a walk on Whyte Ave. We walked....and walked.....and went to a bookstore and then for another drink and something to eat at a little cocktail bar on Whyte. While I thought the conversation flowed - I was not taken at all. I figured I had met someone I felt I could really be friends with, but that was it. My mind remained that way even when I was introduced to his Mini Cooper (I have a small car fetish - latent most of the time as most men I date have horrible car tastes).

I said goodbye at my house and went upstairs. I did email him right away and say we should meet up again. I'm not entirely sure why I did this as I had made up my mind that he wasn't my type (and really, stereotypically, he isn't. The last blond I dated was D-D-arr-e-l-l. I generally don't find blonds attractive. And I generally prefer much taller men and men with substaintially more body fat than he has - altho this, I have discovered, is a huge turn on. I didn't realize how much I was missing by always going for apple shaped men). Anyway, I was convinced there was nothing to it.

But he asked me out again. Apparently his interrpretation of the date was different than mine. But I said yes. Cause everyone deserves a second date, I believe. And we went to see "I'm not there" at the Princess Theatre on Whyte. Very good movie. But something was very different on this date. This wasn't the same man I had just had a date with not 2 days prior. This time around, I felt chemistry. And I was attracted to him. And when he kissed me...well....that was enough for me to be convinced that I was wrong on the first impression.

So thats how we met. We dated for a week or so before we became exclusive and so its been 2 months now. We have our moments, and who knows what the future brings. But I'm happy.


There he is.  And there still does not exist a photo of the two of us.  Altho I tried.  And it turned out horrible.  Because of me. 

(I have a much more interesting story on how I met my last bf. But that will have to wait. But there involves an Australian, booze and a trip to the hospital.)