Words to Make Me Never Want to Meet You
Good Morning, Friends and HAPPY DECEMBER!!
Wow, I just realized that it has been over a month since my last blog!
Life has been incredible!
I've been busy traveling both for work and pleasure, and have not even had a minute to finish the last blog I started a few weeks ago!
I only blog when I feel passionate or something moves me...so I guess I haven't been really passionate about much in the last month...
Welcome to December!
Things are looking UP!
I spent a substantial amount of time last weekend with someone whom I have dated on and off for the last year...
More or less just as kissing friends...until last weekend.
That blog is still in preparation (in my head)...I am thinking about what to write, but the man who I spent the weekend with offered me the title: "When Player Meets Player" I thought it was kind of nice, and cute, that he wanted me to write a blog about us, and his choice of title...😂
More on that to come, as I am working for THE AMERICAN CHIROPRACTOR MAGAZINE until this Friday the 13th, and don't have much time for a lengthy blog until my vacation!
So, after my weekend with this guy, we'll call him Richard Branson, because he has a star-like quality, and I think he resembles a clean cut Richard Branson, I wasn't sure what to do with this impending date that I had today.
I first connected on a dating app with a man I'll call Bimini, early evening last Friday, when I was home with no plans. Bimini wanted to talk on the phone right away, which I liked, although in person meetings can't be replaced, and I won't waste too much time talking or texting ANYONE before we meet in person. However, he was at home in Fort Lauderdale, 45 minutes or more away. At least I could hear his voice, which was husky, raspy, and sounded a bit afeminate to me.
His profile only had one picture, 49, and reasonably attractive/ in shape from the waist up. From our text on the app, I learned that he is in the oil business, which is a bit of a red flag, because I've run across a few fake profiles in the "Oil business." However, he wanted to meet the next day, which was promising. Said he was headed to Bimini the next day with his sons for fishing. Bimini is 6'1, owns his own company, and has 2 rental properties at the Setai, an upscale building here on South Beach.
Bimini was married right out of law school to a ballerina, who mothered their 2 grown boys, and died of cancer 4 years ago after 15 years together. (the math on that didn't really work out, but I let that slide, and didn't question him further on that)
When we talked on the phone, he said he was wrapping presents, drinking a martini, and had a cigar, which I thought sounded kinda fun! Miss nice warm Christmas evenings at home like that.
Our first few texts on the dating app were about what he has been doing which was preparing this big boat of his for his long trip to Bimini the next day, but he thought he could swing by South Beach to meet me on his way out, but didn't think there'd be enough clearance for his big boat to dock behind my building...said we'd need to meet somewhere for brunch instead.
After we spoke on the phone, and made plans to see each other the next day, I went to Yardbird for a bite and a drink with a friend, and missed another call from him, and a text asking where I was.
Then, throughout the weekend, I missed 8 more calls from him, and he sent me a few texts, after he was unable to stop and meet me on his way to Bimini, but made a date to take me out to a nice dinner and champagne tonight.
Now, though, I just wasn't sure about this meeting.
For one thing, I thought all of the attention, by text and phone was strange before we've even met.
For another, I like to take a break on dating, when I meet someone special, like the last weekend I'd had with Richard Branson to see where things go.
Then, he called me yesterday 4:30pm.
First time that he called when I wasn't busy, so I answered.
Bimini started with, "Hi Kathy!"
I responded, "This isn't Kathy. I think you have the wrong phone number.'
He said, " I know who this is...you are the girl from the dating app."
I said, "Which girl? Do you know who you called?"
He responded, "Of course."
But, then Bimini kept talking endlessly, but wouldn't say my name, so finally I told him that he was talking to Tracy.
Bimini said, "Of course, I KNOW this is Tracy! That is my sister's name!"
Bimini started in with telling me about the fishing. Talking, Talking, Talking.
Hoping to end the call, I told him that I was just getting ready to go to Smith and Wollensky for dinner.
Bimini barely paused from talking. Started in with a story about how he gave a woman $500 deposit on a Bull Mastiff dog (he already has 4 dogs, he told me), and she reneged on it.
Next question: "What kind of dog are you going to get me??"
I was thinking maybe this was him checking to see if I was listening, so I responded, " a Bull Mastiff."
Bimini said, "No, that didn't work out! What kind of dog are YOU going to get me!?"
I repeated his question with disbelief.
He confirmed, but I assured him that I would not be getting him ANY dog.
"I don't even know you!"
Next, without being asked, I told him, "look, I just finished with my work for the day, and I need to get ready to go out."
First question he asked me, "What is it you do for work?"
I told him, proudly, "I am the Associate Publisher of THE AMERICAN CHIROPRACTOR MAGAZINE."
Bimini said his father was the Medical CEO of some hospital, and he told him that chiropractors go to school in a shopping mall. He also said his brother is some kind of plastic surgeon. (ok. Not all Medical doctors believe in the benefits of chiropractic. It can be a different school of thought.)
So, I told him that my father founded THE AMERICAN CHIROPRACTOR MAGAZINE, 42 years ago, and two of my brothers are chiropractors. I asked him if he'd ever been to a chiropractor, and Bimini responded, "No, because I don't want to go to a doctor who went to school in a shopping mall."
Bimini seemed to like the way this sounded, because he kept saying it, and showed no sense of decency nor remorse for the difference in our mindset. With this I decided that it wasn't worth wasting my time getting to know this person nor educating him on the benefits of chiropractic. Instead, I took this as a message from the Universe, and cancelled our plans for tonight.
Goodbye.
Wow, I just realized that it has been over a month since my last blog!
Life has been incredible!
I've been busy traveling both for work and pleasure, and have not even had a minute to finish the last blog I started a few weeks ago!
I only blog when I feel passionate or something moves me...so I guess I haven't been really passionate about much in the last month...
Welcome to December!
Things are looking UP!
I spent a substantial amount of time last weekend with someone whom I have dated on and off for the last year...
More or less just as kissing friends...until last weekend.
That blog is still in preparation (in my head)...I am thinking about what to write, but the man who I spent the weekend with offered me the title: "When Player Meets Player" I thought it was kind of nice, and cute, that he wanted me to write a blog about us, and his choice of title...😂
More on that to come, as I am working for THE AMERICAN CHIROPRACTOR MAGAZINE until this Friday the 13th, and don't have much time for a lengthy blog until my vacation!
So, after my weekend with this guy, we'll call him Richard Branson, because he has a star-like quality, and I think he resembles a clean cut Richard Branson, I wasn't sure what to do with this impending date that I had today.
I first connected on a dating app with a man I'll call Bimini, early evening last Friday, when I was home with no plans. Bimini wanted to talk on the phone right away, which I liked, although in person meetings can't be replaced, and I won't waste too much time talking or texting ANYONE before we meet in person. However, he was at home in Fort Lauderdale, 45 minutes or more away. At least I could hear his voice, which was husky, raspy, and sounded a bit afeminate to me.
His profile only had one picture, 49, and reasonably attractive/ in shape from the waist up. From our text on the app, I learned that he is in the oil business, which is a bit of a red flag, because I've run across a few fake profiles in the "Oil business." However, he wanted to meet the next day, which was promising. Said he was headed to Bimini the next day with his sons for fishing. Bimini is 6'1, owns his own company, and has 2 rental properties at the Setai, an upscale building here on South Beach.
Bimini was married right out of law school to a ballerina, who mothered their 2 grown boys, and died of cancer 4 years ago after 15 years together. (the math on that didn't really work out, but I let that slide, and didn't question him further on that)
When we talked on the phone, he said he was wrapping presents, drinking a martini, and had a cigar, which I thought sounded kinda fun! Miss nice warm Christmas evenings at home like that.
Our first few texts on the dating app were about what he has been doing which was preparing this big boat of his for his long trip to Bimini the next day, but he thought he could swing by South Beach to meet me on his way out, but didn't think there'd be enough clearance for his big boat to dock behind my building...said we'd need to meet somewhere for brunch instead.
After we spoke on the phone, and made plans to see each other the next day, I went to Yardbird for a bite and a drink with a friend, and missed another call from him, and a text asking where I was.
Then, throughout the weekend, I missed 8 more calls from him, and he sent me a few texts, after he was unable to stop and meet me on his way to Bimini, but made a date to take me out to a nice dinner and champagne tonight.
Now, though, I just wasn't sure about this meeting.
For one thing, I thought all of the attention, by text and phone was strange before we've even met.
For another, I like to take a break on dating, when I meet someone special, like the last weekend I'd had with Richard Branson to see where things go.
Then, he called me yesterday 4:30pm.
First time that he called when I wasn't busy, so I answered.
Bimini started with, "Hi Kathy!"
I responded, "This isn't Kathy. I think you have the wrong phone number.'
He said, " I know who this is...you are the girl from the dating app."
I said, "Which girl? Do you know who you called?"
He responded, "Of course."
But, then Bimini kept talking endlessly, but wouldn't say my name, so finally I told him that he was talking to Tracy.
Bimini said, "Of course, I KNOW this is Tracy! That is my sister's name!"
Bimini started in with telling me about the fishing. Talking, Talking, Talking.
Hoping to end the call, I told him that I was just getting ready to go to Smith and Wollensky for dinner.
Bimini barely paused from talking. Started in with a story about how he gave a woman $500 deposit on a Bull Mastiff dog (he already has 4 dogs, he told me), and she reneged on it.
Next question: "What kind of dog are you going to get me??"
I was thinking maybe this was him checking to see if I was listening, so I responded, " a Bull Mastiff."
Bimini said, "No, that didn't work out! What kind of dog are YOU going to get me!?"
I repeated his question with disbelief.
He confirmed, but I assured him that I would not be getting him ANY dog.
"I don't even know you!"
Next, without being asked, I told him, "look, I just finished with my work for the day, and I need to get ready to go out."
First question he asked me, "What is it you do for work?"
I told him, proudly, "I am the Associate Publisher of THE AMERICAN CHIROPRACTOR MAGAZINE."
Bimini said his father was the Medical CEO of some hospital, and he told him that chiropractors go to school in a shopping mall. He also said his brother is some kind of plastic surgeon. (ok. Not all Medical doctors believe in the benefits of chiropractic. It can be a different school of thought.)
So, I told him that my father founded THE AMERICAN CHIROPRACTOR MAGAZINE, 42 years ago, and two of my brothers are chiropractors. I asked him if he'd ever been to a chiropractor, and Bimini responded, "No, because I don't want to go to a doctor who went to school in a shopping mall."
Bimini seemed to like the way this sounded, because he kept saying it, and showed no sense of decency nor remorse for the difference in our mindset. With this I decided that it wasn't worth wasting my time getting to know this person nor educating him on the benefits of chiropractic. Instead, I took this as a message from the Universe, and cancelled our plans for tonight.
Goodbye.
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