| Alright, well I put out my first entry a few days ago. I guess I gave myself enough time to put in yet another "Many Thoughts of Tim" entry, but I contemplating about an alternate series entitled "The Many Experiences of Tim." So with that notion made by me, I second that notion and proceed with this new motion.
Now, if you know me already, you probably heard some of my unfortunate luck, if you will, with women. But before you probe into this general phrase above and assume that I am some kind of desperate "man pig" you got me all wrong. No, I'm not desperate and no I'm not some kind of deranged loser who doesn't have any good fortune with women because I'm strange with the ladies, however I do have this problem. Okay I get the same kind of reaction by so many people, "You just didn't find the right one out there for you" or "You'll get one, I would have married you if I wasn't already married" routine. The story I'm about to share is one of which there is no quesiton this gal was not for me and had a few cards short of a full deck in regards to relationships, if you know what I mean.
To hide this nutty Christian girls idenity, I will just call her by her first initial "E". Now, I experimented the online dating thing with a service called Christian Cafe a while back. It was great for putting in your personal profile which included descriptions of yourself, multiple respone quesitons, and even availibilty to put in your favorite pictures of yourself on your good days without bad hair.
It was the first week of my free trial. There were some young women of interest but nothing really captivated me and lured me in. Then one day this girl "E" e-mailed me saying that she didn't think there was a guy out there who actually liked women who could work with their hands as much as men could and still cook and clean well. Now, hear me out. I'm not interested in a woman slave that does all the chores in the household. I for one love to cook and I'm a carpet cleaner for a living so cleaning I've got down. I am rather domestically gifted, but I love working with my hands as well. But there's something about a woman who is well rounded which I find is very attractive. Not so that she is independent but that she can be a great member of the team of our marriage. Okay, I got to pull this together and kill the bunny making the rabbit trail before this gets too drawn out.
So, we e-mail back and forth for like a month. Our e-mails are long and intimacy builds in these e-mails. I'm thinking "Wow this girl is great". Then she said that she is coming down to Madison where I live for a vetinarian conference. Via email we plan to meet for the first time. Now, I'm about 5' 8" and she is 6' and I know this from my profile. But man, four inches is a big difference! But her height is not what freeked me out.
It is the second day in which she is staying in Madison at a borrowed condo from a friend who lives her way. We are eating at a mall in Madison in the food court. She says she is tired and would like to make it a short night before she heads back home to plan a concert for her church later that evening. But, I missed the part in which she so gently slipped she would like to head back to her friends condo after we eat. Okay, I admit I sometimes miss things in conversation. But as a good guy I asked her to repeat herself in reference to asking if we could go for a short walk after we eat. But unlike a normal human being she throws this mind game hook at me and states that she won't tell me what she said because she wants to use this a test to find out what I would do, and if I am who I promote myself to be. I'm pleading with her to just give me a straight answer but the notions of testing me is still her last word. I say "Well how about a short walk?" She gives me her same response. "I say, okay then lets go." I'm thinking, this is abnormal and weird. This is not how friends should treat each other.
I drive towards the condo, but I stop at a gas station to use the rest room. Then, paranoid that I'm going to get the damned if I do or damned if I don't, response. I drive down the condo's cross street. I pass the street and pull over on the right. Then I plead with her again to give me her answer. The same game is played and is getting old. Her treated before was that if she spent too much time out she won't come to me to church the next morning. But I can't get a peep out of her as to when late is too late. So, we get to the entrace of a good walking park. Then I pull over again. She gives me the same crap but then says that I was wrond and didn't hear her. I turn arouind and go back to the condo's street. I drive in and park in front of the condo. We then talk. The jist of what she wanted in this mind game was to "test" me for who I am. I take the "Oh its all me, I'm bad" approach. Then she tells me that I'm 80% of the guy she is waiing for. One of the real guys she wants is already married, but she is convinced that this perfect guy is out there somewhere. I'm thinking, "80% ain't bad.!" The dicussion is cold and she states that she doesn't want to date me and the drive home is bitter.
Okay, well I am deciding to make this a part two story because my fingers are tired and I'm a bit floating in the head (exhausted). My part two will be "The Many Experiences of Tim" coupled with "The many thoughts of Tim." Well, that about says it for tonight. Godd night.
TTFN
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