I was really looking forward to a date with David. He’s the guy with the really great sense of humor that I mentioned earlier. In his profile, under “The most important thing David is looking for in a person is:” His response? “never abducted by aliens”. The “things David can’t live without:”, his response is “a good sunset, good company, a good meal, a good drink, a good woman or a bad one”. Too funny! He’s a corporate controller and is 46 years old. How does he “typically spend his leasure time”? “Spending time with family and friends, tinkering, travel & exploring”. Okay, so I reach out to him. We get through the ‘guided communication’ and start to send email via eHarmony.

In my email, I start by asking him if he goes by David or Dave. His response? “I usually go by David, hey you, or excuse me sir. Rarely do I go by Fred.” We agree to meet for a drink during cocktail hour on a week night. I am happy so excited! He’s funny and we seem to have a lot of common interests. He’s an amateur chef! Wow… very cool.

As I walk up to the restaurant, he’s standing in front. He recognizes me from my pictures and waves. I smile. As we sit down and order drinks, I ask him to tell me more about his job. He works for small holding company and is involved in acquisitions. Great! I say, “Oh, I work with acquisitions as well!” Blank look. He continues, telling me about his career in general. We move to vacations. He likes to scuba so I ask him to share more about this. He was in Hawaii, Big Island, and I hear about his scuba adventure there. I tell him, “Hey! I was on the Big Island last year. I loved it!” “Oh, great.” No questions, no interest. And he’s not really that funny either.

Okay, this is so strange. He has spent 30 minutes talking about himself and has asked me nothing. I know all about his parents, his sister, his job, his vacations – but he knows nothing about me. It becomes a game for me. I ask him questions and pepper him with opportunities to learn more about me. “You took your niece on a trip to Vegas? I took my kids there after Christmas to see a show.” Nothing. “Your mother worked in an interesting job in the defense industry? My mother started working when I went to high school.” Silence. Wowwww…

After a while, I tire of this game. I am disappointed and really can’t wait to leave. As we walk out, David says that it would be fun to get together again. I say, “Sure, send me a note.” Wimp, wimp, wimp!! However, when he does write, it’s very easy for me to respond: “Hi, David. I don't think it makes sense for us to see each other again. Good luck to you!” Ahhhh. It feels good to be able to be more direct. I’m learning!!