Wednesday, September 10, 2008

"POOL BOY" (something a little current)

I most certainly plan to continue on with the annals of my dating history but for the moment I needed to come up for a breath of fresh air. Hmmm, that fit quite nicely being that "a breath of fresh air" seems to be exactly at least the moment what I have found.

I recently succumbed to the pressure of my peers and went online to cast my lot, oh lordy me, that sounded so depressing, however nothing is either good or bad, we are just prisoners of our thoughts. Well of course I am paraphrasing but you get the idea.

So I had been doing this for a little over a month or so, went on a business trip and had pneumonia during that time span so no real earnest involved in the chase.

Recently however met someone I would certainly describe as at the very least a breath of fresh air. We e-mailed, instant messaged, I asked for her number, she obliged. That is how its done apparently. I called her, we chatted for an hour or so, brisk fluid conversation. No nimrod this lass and that is for certain, she was witty, charming, topical and very well spoken.

The next time I talked to her she made mention that I must be in the witness protection program because nothing came up when she googled me. Oh the times they are a changing. Of course I googled her back after hearing this , a little more thoroughly than she anticipated apparently.

I found something linking her to a blog, and guess what? The blog was a very keen insight into middle age dating from a woman's perspective. Her writing style is very John Irving like in that she is witty and sensible yet she maintains a fabulous eye for the absurd. I registered and got a blogger ID so that I could comment on it, using a Shakespearean quote as my tell.

The next time we spoke I told her of my find and she was (or at least seemed to be) very amused that I had made this discovery. She actually even suggested that I write a counterpoint to her blog, and poof I am here. She assured me if we were to ever actually go out she would not write about it.

I read her entire blog, everything, every last word of it that night. Very Very Funny...if you click on Love American Style under Some Beautiful Minds on my blog you can find out for yourself. I called her the next day and asked if she would meet me for a drink or dinner. She accepted.

She blogged about it the next day, ahahahahha dubbing me as "Pool Boy". I howled while reading it, and of course she even said hello to me towards the end, ,I howled again. She lorded on and on how the discovery was nothing short of a nightmare for her, at the same time making it seem as though Copernicus was in the house.

We were supposed to meet last weekend, but she had some plans she had forgotten and we decided to reschedule. I called her on Monday and we talked for 3 hours. I believe We have now firmed up our plans to meet and are set on a collision course for Saturday Night.

I have no expectations, other than I am sure this will be SUPER FUN. Que Sera Sera...

"Pool Boy" Indeed!!

Rest assured that come tomorrow we are back to "Fancy Nancy"

8 comments:

P.O.M. said...

Saturday night, eh? Hmmm, we (myself and the Spicy Latina) might have to spy on you guys if I can find out where. Muuuahhhhh.

P.O.M. said...

Oh - a little "Australian" cuisine in Laguna, I am guessing....

Spicy Latina said...

OMG! You're Pool Boy??? lol You're killing me! I'm on board with p.o.m, we might be spying....

JIMSIGHT said...

p.o.m./Spicy

Snapped off a quick photo with the MacBook, really didn't think it was all that fair not, hell my cover is blown, may as well go all the way.

Charmaine said...

I'm cracking up. Pool boy you must know this will be a disaster.

I look one hundred years older then the picture I posted.

My adorable co-workers p.o.m. and spicey latina only see me as I was in my fomer glory.

I adore both of these young women. They are responsible for creating my "on line" persona and in so doing, forced me to date. Had I ever had children, I would have been quite happy to call them mine. Of course, I would have beaten them regularly.

JIMSIGHT said...

I have written more than one DRP in my day, thinking won't need to in this instance but will certainly draft one if you insist.

I am no Senor Guapo at 52 years old, not even from a much higher aerial view. (possibly from a satellite)

A nice meal, a good bottle of wine, some lively conversation. Just not sure how that spells disaster, thats all I am saying.

P.O.M. said...

Nice pic. I am going to urge Char to go out with you. I think it would be fun for both of you (and us to spy on).

JIMSIGHT said...

Thanks on the pic, was going to rock some knee highs but you beat me to it. LOL...

Good luck with that "Spying Game", I have taken counter measures to prevent same.