It’s been awhile. Sad to say the dating life has come to a screeching halt as of late. I’m not having much luck at all on Plenty of Fish. Unless you consider a guy with a short hair fetish good luck. If you do, then I’m golden, have the best luck evah.

Seriously. He keeps emailing me asking if I will send a picture of my hair. Like there isn’t enough on PoF. He brings it up in every email.

 But I digress.

 I did go out on a Match date a little over a week ago. He was the right age. Looked decent enough in his pictures. Spelled all of his emails correctly (HUGE bonus!) He did have kiddos, which is fine. He didn’t want anymore kids. Which again is fine.

 We met at a cute little bar/restaurant that is out on a lake. The weather has finally started to get nice again, so it was a welcome little treat. It was on a Wednesday. It was completely and utterly packed. I’ve never seen this place so crowded. Even when I’ve gone on a Saturday, when they have live music, in the middle of boating season.

 He was waiting out front when pulled in. And by pulled in, I mean I pulled into a section of the parking lot that I couldn’t get out of. FML. I felt like a fool. I had to do like a 20 point u-turn just to maneuver my car out there. I drove past the front and told him I needed to find a spot and apologized for being a little late. Thank goodness this family was leaving so I stalked followed them to their car and waited. And waited. And waited. They took forever and a fucking day to pull out of this spot.

 So I finally make it up to the front door and we decide to sit outside. Big mistake. Not a seat to be found. We went to the bar and ordered some drinks (he paid which is always a nice treat.)  Then two seats finally opened up by the bar rail. So we sat and chatted. The conversation flowed alright. He told me about his divorce, his kids, we talked about work, etc. Nothing too heavy but it flowed smoothly. He ate something. I don’t like to eat on first dates.

 Then he starts talking about this other singles website he uses. And he offers to email me a link to it so I can check it out.

Ummm, thanks?

 The waitress comes back over and asks if we wanted another frosty beverage. He hesitates, the waitress says I think he wants another one. Then he declines.

 Then the phone rings. His child forgot his homework at his house and he was at his mothers. He needs to leave to bring said homework to the child.

 We walk out, he got a spot in front. He doesn’t walk me to my car. We shake hands and say it was nice meeting each other, etc.

 I haven’t heard from him.

 And damn it if he never even emailed me the link to the other site.