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Nice Ride, Cowboy…revisited

I woke up this morning with a vague recollection that I had coughed all night.  I soon realized that I had lost my voice.   Ugh… For those of you who know me well, you realize that this is a tragedy for me!  What’s a girl to do?

I also realized that I have a dinner date scheduled this afternoon with an old friend.  You all remember my Life Plan Coach, from previous posts?   Today it was time for me to check in and report my progress.  He always kicks me in the butt about not putting myself out there.   My theory is that losing my voice is the universe telling me that today is a day that I need to just keep my mouth shut!  I will take this to heart.

Instead, I decided to repost a blog that you might have first seen over at The Daily Blonde. She allowed me to share my story on her blog last May.   I was telling this story to a friend yesterday, so thought I would share it again with you.   Enjoy your day, I’m heading for some tea with honey.

It was several years ago….and one of the dates that led me to step away from on-line dating for a while! I connected with a man through match.com. His photo presented him as being a good looking man with a nice looking cowboy hat on (yes, I love me a cowboy).   His bio told me that he was widowed, had a daughter, and really loved his job.

One Saturday morning I get a message from him.  He would like to take me to breakfast.   Sure, sounds like a great first day, easy, casual, low pressure.   I messaged him back to find out where we would be meeting.

Plans were set and I arrived at the appointed restaurant on time. As I was walking towards the front door, I noticed a beat up old pick-up truck in the parking lot. Now I know a heavy use ranch truck when I see one.  There was no pickupmistaking it.  I knew that this would be his vehicle.  Note to self:  working cowboy.

My date greets me at the door.  The fine ‘gentleman’ was actually 15 – 20 years older than his picture…was 50 lbs heavier… and wore the same cowboy hat (now beaten into submission). I took a deep breathe as the hostess escorted us to our table. As we were seated, my instinct told me that I would let him do all the talking.  I was curious to know about him.  My brain was screaming out “Don’t share anything about yourself with him!”

It turned out that this was the perfect strategy. Through my fact finding mission I discovered…he had been married four times. He shook his head as he explained to me that he couldn’t understand why one of his wives had packed up and left him one day while he was at work…and moved to Tennessee without a single word to him. He still didn’t understand what happened, as he has never spoken with her again. And that job that his bio told that he loved…he was actually unemployed. I’m thinking, “Yep, I’d love that too!”

He then shared with me that his last marriage ended in his wife’s death.  He was a widower. My gut was telling me that there was really no need to express sympathy.  He continued on to tell me how proud of his daughter he was.  She is a pre-teen and he was just so proud of her for not missing a single day of school from grief.  Hmm…really?  Is that a good thing?

“When did your wife pass away”, I asked.   “About six weeks ago”, was the answer that seemed to float weightlessly through the air and across the table. settling deeply into my brain.

Needless to say this was the fastest I had ever eaten a breakfast.  Somehow I choked out the statement that I needed to go, as I had some very important errands that needed attending to. I tried not to break out into a full run as I high tailed it to the closest exit….after letting him pay the tab, of course!

As I reached my car he shouts out to me “I’d love to get together with you again”. As I unlocked my car, I waved back over my shoulder, saying “Sure, sounds good”, and quickly hopped in my car slamming the door firmly shut.   As I pulled out of the parking lot I took a quick peek into my rear view mirror.  Just as I suspected, he hopped into the authentic ranch pickup truck.

With the firm recognition that my picker was still massively broken, I abandoned on-line dating. What possesses me to step back into that arena now…..perhaps I need to reevaluate my motivation!  My brother tells me that this is all just PRACTICE.  I think it is just great story material for my blog!

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