WritingtheUnddateableMan

Surgeon guy showed up as both a Tinder and a Bumble match and he quickly messaged me and asked me to dinner for the very same night. He got me just at the right moment because I was in a very 'why not' mood...so I accepted and threw on a sexy dress and met him at a popular local spot in Winter Park.  This man's profile photo was great, he was in shape, he was dressed sharply and he worked in the medical field. What could go wrong? When I opened the door to Sixty Vines there was a short, bald, hairy legged man (I knew this because he was wearing cargo shorts) standing at the host desk, and I just knew. FUCK. Is it too late to turn and run? I was pondering this when he turned around, having felt the swoosh of warm air from outside. OMG his face was even worse than his back which had, until a moment ago, left some hope for salvage.  Surgeon Guy beamed when he saw me and wrapped me in a big hug. "Let's grab a seat at the bar," he said. Ok ok, points for warmth and...

  Well it's been a few months since my very first online date... A few months since I worried whether or not I looked good enough, if he would like me, was my breathe ok, etc. Ya, i don't give a shit about any of that anymore.  The apps have changed my dating outlook, but try as they may, they have not soured my disposition. They have succeeded only in making me more secure and certain of what i want and who I will entertain.  I look back on my earlier self, and I want to tell her not to be nervous....they're barely listening to you. The dress you tried on four times...they're only thinking about how to remove it. I want to tell her, she's fine! There's nothing you can say or do that will change the outcome of this date. Today's man is NOT here for you. he cares only about himself, and his ability to get you into bed.  So, maybe I sound a wee bit sour, eh? Perhaps... I am smarted now and with the help of many girlfriends and countless hours of texts, calls, ...