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date three is too

“I like you so much, I’m going to be sick!”

My Sunday afternoon date stops in the middle of the sea wall just to look at me. “Is that too much? It’s too much, isn’t it? I’m freaking you out. But GOD, I’m completely fascinated by you!” He says, after asking me a hundred and one questions.

This is polar opposite to my last two dates. I don’t know what to do except remain in a full state of flabbergast.images

I have second day hair and I am wearing the wrong shoes. This fellow is handsome chatty and adorable in a Marcus Youssef kind of a way. (For those of you who don’t know Marcus, trust me, most women would hop on in a heartbeat). The problem here…I think…is the enthusiasm. I don’t trust it. I say to myself, “He’s just saying whatever he can to get laid in a hurry.”

“I like what you said about not rushing” he says to me. “I’m enjoying your company. I was born and raised in Vancouver…still. It’s easy to get lonely in the city.”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t help myself! I would like to take you out for dinner this week. And a concert! I won’t tell you who it is, you’ll have to just wait and see! And I’d like to go to Bellingham for the day. And I’d like to take you to L.A. I have a house there near the beach. But we can take it slow. It’s just that – oh my GOD I like you so much!”

Hm.

“Sorry!”

He’s smart, enterprising, a good listener, entertaining, warm. We have a few things in common, particularly spiritually. He’s articulate, specific, a Dad, pretty honest about his shortcomings and his successes. Oh how I would like to tell you more, but I will protect his privacy. Bad enough you know what he looks like. I get the usual inquiries about being a professional actor.

“So when am I going to know you’re lying?”

Sigh. Well. Can’t blame the guy. Everyone asks.

“Being a good actor is a practice in honesty. It’s the art of transparency. Successful liars are the ones with the poker face. You can’t tell what they’re feeling or thinking.”

“Oh yes, I see.”

And now for the second most popular question I get asked,

“Have you ever done a nude scene?”

“Yes. And I am okay with nudity for art if there’s gracious lighting.”

“I am trying very hard not to imagine.” He says.

We talk for another hour and I discover there’s more to like. But why does he find me so interesting? He’s a business man. Maybe he just doesn’t now how much I make. Maybe he thinks I’m a moviestar or something. He talks about me being “successful.”

So, I decide to give him a good jolt of reality by telling him what this successful Canadian theatre artist makes annually.

It shocks him so much he stops dead in his tracks.

“That’s it?!”

“Yup.”

“And you survive in Vancouver with a child?!”

“So far. I’m very proud of what I do. I’m never giving it up. I contribute to society.”

“Yes. Yes, of course. But I have to admit I am shocked.”

“So am I.”

We continue to walk. He puts his hand protectively around my waist and says, “It’s okay. I’ve got us covered. I am financially independent. I got lucky with real estate.”

Then he withdraws his hand, because he told himself before he met me that he would not rush.

Did he just offer to bank roll me?

Holy Moses.Unknown

I look over at him. He’s eager and wide eyed and I feel absolutely nothing. The over the top enthusiasm is totally killing it.

I bet if he was curmudgeonly selfish and withdrawn I’d be tap dancing for his attention.

Why do I think that aloof and grumpy is more reliable? I don’t know. It’s what I’m used to, I suppose.

But honestly, who offers to financially provide for someone they only met a few hours ago?

Something is definitely wrong.

And I don’t want his money.

The day is gorgeous, the sun is shining and we share laugh after laugh after laugh. He walks me to my car.  He surprises me by dashing forward and giving me a little peck of a kiss.

“Just a little one” he says, “That’s what the dating site suggested. Not to rush.”

I smile in genuine wonder at this guy. What is his deal? Then he walks away.

Ten minutes later I get a message.

“So wonderful to meet.”

And you know, it was. It was wonderful to meet. He’s an interesting fellow and he was very kind and gentlemanly to me. I honestly don’t know if I should see him again because he’s too sweet.

 

 

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2 comments

  1. Jess

    See him again! Let him bankroll dinner.

  2. Jamie

    Sweet can be a good thing. Laughing lots on the first date is a pretty good start. 😉

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