We sat for two hours getting to know each other.
Couple cocktails, random-forced chatter at first, and then laughter eventually.
He peppered me with questions–
I think he was nervous.
Then, he smiled charmingly, and asked the question…
So, why is a girl like you still single?
Me: (internally—sigh, here we go, at least he asked it like a compliment):
Well, I’m not sure, if I’m honest. I want to be married—having a husband and a family is my biggest dream. It just has not happened.
Date: When was your last serious relationship?
Me (cringing): Well, that’s the thing. I haven’t really had one. I mean, I had a boyfriend in high school. I’ve had great friends—in college and since– but it never turned into anything else. Some who I liked, and they did not like me back; others who liked me and I didn’t like them. It just didn’t happen.
Date: But you date?
Me: Yes, I mean, I’m here, right?
Date: And you’re not looking for just friendship?
Me: No, I have plenty of friends, awesome ones. But I want more.
Date: And you want kids?
Me: Yes (half laughing)
Date (sideways glance, cue– you better get on that): And you have never been married?
Date: And like, you really want a committed relationship
Me (full on laughing now): Yes…wait, do you think I’m like a player, or something?
Date: I mean, you have no idea how many girls I’ve met who just string guys along…
Me: OH! Well, I am not one of them…
(internally, I’m like the anti-player)
—- —- —- LONG PAUSE —- —- —-
—- —- —- SIPPING OUR BEVERAGES —- —- —-
Date (still skeptical, speaking slowly): You’re not really like an online girl.
Me: What’s an online girl?
Date: You know—flaky…CASUAL…
Me (smiling, scrunched nose): Oh…were you looking for an Online girl?
Date: No…no, no…no, no, no!
Me (cocked head, laughing): Hmmm…. okay. I will choose to believe you.
Conversation flowed easily—we made each other laugh.
I thanked him for a fun night.
We hugged goodbye.
I walked away pretty sure he wasn’t mine but enjoying him all the same.