I have to write my feedback form on Match #2 so writing this post will help me get started.
Right away, I disliked him. I disliked the summary profile that was sent over. I disliked that he called me on the last possible day. The guy is supposed to contact his match within 5 days. Sean called me the night of the 5th day. He didn’t return my call for a few days. It didn’t seem like he wanted to meetup with me at all!
I started to get suspicious, thinking my matchmaker was a fraud. “I bet that bitch is setting me up with one of her guy friends.”
He seemed really wishy-washy when we tried to finalize a plan. “Well is there a place you want to go? Uhhhh, do you want to meet at the restaurant or do you want me to pick you up?”
The whole time I was with him on the phone, I wanted to scream, “I WANT YOU TO PICK THE RESTAURANT. I WANT YOU TO PICK THE WINE. I WANT YOU TO PICK ME UP. I WANT YOU TO MAKE THE DECISIONS. I SPEND MY WHOLE EXISTENCE BEING AN ALPHA FEMALE AND I WOULD LIKE YOU TO BE AN ALPHA MALE, ALRIGHT?”
So he picks me up Saturday night in his pretty-boy BMW. I am not at all attracted to him and force myself to be nice. We chat about San Francisco. He grew up in San Francisco, can’t seem to make his way around, and tries to make a left turn on a street marked with signage of a left turn icon and a big X on it. Argh! No wonder he went to San Francisco State.
He’s nice enough. I could tell he’s shy and nervous; he stutters every thirtieth word. He warms up by the time we sit down for dinner at Iluna Basque in North Beach. We talk family, politics, relationships, then details about being part of a high-end matchmaking service.
I have nothing to lose and ask him all the questions I’m thinking. “Tell me the truth. Am I a complementary date?”
He looks at me aghast as if I’ve discovered something very private. “No, you’re not. You’re my 4th match, one of which was complementary. She’s asked to set me up with other complementary dates, but I feel like it’s just not fair to the girl or to me. So I told her to stop with the complementary stuff.”
I tell him how I know. “I’m good friends with my 1st match and he’s been setup with a couple complementary dates. It just goes to show that she has an abundance of women and not very many men. It’s unfortunate. Anyhow, I thought I was a complementary date for you.”
“No not at all. It sucks because now you’re skeptical about who she sets you up with. I’m sorry that’s the case.”
“I think it’s fascinating. I’m going to write a book on it.”
And that’s how the date progressed. We were very open and comfortable with each other. A friend. I could be friends with him, but not someone I would even consider kissing. But I guess that’s what I thought about Bill, too, when I first met him and we ended up dating for several months.
Stay tuned, but it’s not looking good.