The Athlete

Wow, I hate dating. As if the online dating experience wasn't nerve-wracking/vomit inducing/terrifying enough, I'm getting messages from people I dated before. Fucked up, right? Yeah, Skater remembers me and wants to meet up for drinks or something. Don't get me wrong, he's a really nice guy, but I remember that we didn't want the same things (I want kids, he does not), and it didn't work out the first time around, so why would it now?

Work's been insanity, so I haven't really had time to talk to anyone...not that there's really been anyone I'm interested in speaking with. I don't know if it's because two years later, more people are off the market, or that I've just raised my standards?

So my boss managed to connect me with that guy whose family has a cottage down the road from hers, and we met up for a date last Thursday. I'm feeling kinda douchebaggy writing about him at this point, but I'm a little strapped for material, and I know you guys like to hear about these dates as I go through them. I'll call him...The Athlete.

So the story goes, The Athlete was up at the cottage having a few drinks with my boss, and they got to talking about relationships. His last girlfriend had been a psycho, and after taking some time, he was ready to date again, and did my boss know any nice single girls? That's when it dawned on her that I was probably getting back in the dating game again (I've been single since January), and started telling him all about me. He was interested, so she gave him my full name so he could stalk me on Facebook. Apparently he's very shy, so when he didn't send me a message, I sent him one (nevermind the bullshit, remember?). He wrote back immediately and said that he'd heard such great things about me and thought we should meet up for coffee or drinks. I agreed, and we made plans to meet at Yonge and Eglinton the following Thursday.

I decided to reciprocate the Facebook stalking and from what I could tell, dude was BUILT and super cute. Score.

It had been so long since I'd met up with someone for a date, I was incredibly nervous. I'm an introvert and this whole dating thing puts me completely out of my element and I have a terrible physical reaction to it.

When I got to our meeting place, he wasn't there, so I just stood around playing with my iPod. I sensed that someone was walking up to me, and looked up. The Athlete was walking towards me, dressed in a striped button-down shirt and jeans. Cute, but not as cute as most of his pictures, if that makes any sense. We said our hellos and he suggested we walk up Yonge until we saw somewhere we wanted to stop. We had a lot to talk about -- family, rock climbing, mountain biking, and snowboarding (I'm giving it a shot this winter!). He already knew a LOT about me, including my cat's name and that my family lives in London. Impressive.

We ended up stopping at Gabby's for some drinks. The place was loud and it was hard to hear sometimes, but we ended up talking for HOURS. We have a lot in common -- he lost 50lbs a few years ago, and I lost 40lbs about a year and a half ago. Our families are incredibly important to us, we love cats and are into trying out new sports. I knew Stef had been texting me, as I could feel my phone vibrating in my bag beside me, so I excused myself to go to the washroom. I checked the clock on my phone: 12:00am. Wait, WHAT? It was MIDNIGHT?! We had been talking for four and half hours? Holy sheezus, I had to work in the morning (and I had promised to go in early), so I needed to get home.

Thankfully, The Athlete was ready to go when I got back to the table, and he paid for everything and tipped well (good man!). We walked back to the subway and he started talking about how the Blue Jays were coming back to town in a few weeks, and he'd like to go to a game, and would I like to go with him? I told him I was definitely in. He told me he was glad that my boss told him about me, and would give me a call soon. We took the subway together for a few stops before I had to get off, and I gave him a hug and thanked him, and went up to the streetcar platform, where I called my mom who was starting to wonder where the hell I was (I have to make a safety call to her or Stef when I get home from a date; it's her rule).

It is now Tuesday and I haven't heard from him. I know he was up at his cottage over the weekend, and I know he wouldn't have invited me to the Jays game if he wasn't interested, but I'm not sure I get it. If you like a girl, wouldn't you call her, even if it's just to say hi? Maybe he won't call until he has the Jays tickets, and I'll go, but I'm not sure how strong my feelings are for him. There just wasn't that spark; the one that makes you want to shout from the rooftops about this guy you just met. That said, he's probably the nicest guy I've ever met, and I'd definitely go out with him again and see where things go.

Did I mention that I hate dating?


  1. Anonymous3:42 PM

    Your standards are way too high sometimes! You talked for hours, yet you say there wasn't a spark?? Come on!

    And give him time to call. The dude's shy. Hell, I don't think there's anything wrong with sending him a facebook message or something, just to say "Hey! What's up?"

  2. Anonymous11:55 PM

    He's just not that into you honey....move on and find a guy worthy of you!!