afford childcare, then we’ll shake hands and part ways.
Warmly,
Greg
Before I could begin to craft a response, I quickly glanced at his profile,
I’m a pretty down to earth guy. I love the outdoors and feel most at home when I’m enjoying nature. I enjoy white water rafting, camping, biking, rock climbing, fishing and golf (just learning!)
I enjoy working with my hands around the yard and house, remodeling and landscaping. I’m not a contractor but my dad and uncle taught me well.
Love going to the movies, out for dinner and drinks, dancing, grilling in the back yard definitely with a beer in one hand and my girl in the other – LOL!
I’m hoping to find my best friend and confidant, someone I can share my deepest feelings and fears with, as well as my strengths and aspirations.
I’m not looking for perfection, but I am looking for a woman who can love openly, play fully, and live authentically.
Like me, Greg was a Colorado native. He enjoyed the same things I did, though I realized I hadn’t done anything on my list of activities since last fall. I could thank Greg for the nice note and leave it at that, but something pressed me to respond further. The last time I contemplated an online relationship was with Daniel, which hadn’t turned out too badly. We’d constructed a virtual world insulated from the day-to-day bullshit that hampers “real” relationships. Despite our ups and downs, Daniel and I had managed to become close, thoroughly enjoying our digital time together. I wondered if I could apply the same approach to a local relationship. I answered Greg with more than a polite “thank you,” and wrote,
Dear Greg,
I was tempted to send you a “thank you, but” note and decided against it. You had me at “not looking for perfection…” jk! Don’t know if you noticed, but we enjoy some of the same activities. You’ve reminded me, however, that I haven’t been up to the hills since last fall. Movies are my favorite urban activity and, to be honest, I was just thinking about catching one when your message popped up. Haven’t been in a while. Would you like to know why? Wait for it… I’m a grandmother and have been spoiling my twin grandkids for the past few weeks. Did you see how I slipped the white elephant in ever so gently?!
Still, I’m going out on a limb by saying “yes” to your suggestion for dinner. Why not cut to the chase, meet for a nice meal, and see if six years really means that much at our age. I’ll hold off sharing other factoids about me to ensure crickets don’t invade our space at dinner.
BTW, profile name is uneventful: “MG” are my initials and “roadie” signifies my love of road trips.
Warmer than you,
Maggie (given name, not short for anything)
Not expecting a reply for at least a day, I opened a new tab and searched Fandango for a nearby movie. I’d heard about “World War Z” and, quite frankly, needed to zone out. There was a showing at 8:20, just five or so minutes away. I didn’t have time to shower, so I washed my face, smoothed my tousled curls and grabbed a cardigan. I would barely make it, so I moved quickly out the door and hopped into Beater.
“Bye, buddy boy,” I yelled to Cody as I pulled out, noticing I hadn’t turned the porch light on.
Luck was on my side; I pulled into a close parking space just as an older couple pulled out. I hurried to the ticket window and held up one finger to the clerk who sat behind a thick slab of glass. I took the stairs two at a time so I could snag a bag of popcorn and fill my water bottle with warm tap water. I wasn’t concerned about missing the trailers…I wanted an aisle seat.
The theater was freezing, and I was glad I’d brought a sweater. For the next two hours, I sat transfixed at images of ravenous zombies. Oddly, I could relate to the creatures on the screen: clinically dead, but driven by a diseased, primordial need to suck the vitality out of the living. Is that was I was doing? Was
Warmly,
Greg
Before I could begin to craft a response, I quickly glanced at his profile,
I’m a pretty down to earth guy. I love the outdoors and feel most at home when I’m enjoying nature. I enjoy white water rafting, camping, biking, rock climbing, fishing and golf (just learning!)
I enjoy working with my hands around the yard and house, remodeling and landscaping. I’m not a contractor but my dad and uncle taught me well.
Love going to the movies, out for dinner and drinks, dancing, grilling in the back yard definitely with a beer in one hand and my girl in the other – LOL!
I’m hoping to find my best friend and confidant, someone I can share my deepest feelings and fears with, as well as my strengths and aspirations.
I’m not looking for perfection, but I am looking for a woman who can love openly, play fully, and live authentically.
Like me, Greg was a Colorado native. He enjoyed the same things I did, though I realized I hadn’t done anything on my list of activities since last fall. I could thank Greg for the nice note and leave it at that, but something pressed me to respond further. The last time I contemplated an online relationship was with Daniel, which hadn’t turned out too badly. We’d constructed a virtual world insulated from the day-to-day bullshit that hampers “real” relationships. Despite our ups and downs, Daniel and I had managed to become close, thoroughly enjoying our digital time together. I wondered if I could apply the same approach to a local relationship. I answered Greg with more than a polite “thank you,” and wrote,
Dear Greg,
I was tempted to send you a “thank you, but” note and decided against it. You had me at “not looking for perfection…” jk! Don’t know if you noticed, but we enjoy some of the same activities. You’ve reminded me, however, that I haven’t been up to the hills since last fall. Movies are my favorite urban activity and, to be honest, I was just thinking about catching one when your message popped up. Haven’t been in a while. Would you like to know why? Wait for it… I’m a grandmother and have been spoiling my twin grandkids for the past few weeks. Did you see how I slipped the white elephant in ever so gently?!
Still, I’m going out on a limb by saying “yes” to your suggestion for dinner. Why not cut to the chase, meet for a nice meal, and see if six years really means that much at our age. I’ll hold off sharing other factoids about me to ensure crickets don’t invade our space at dinner.
BTW, profile name is uneventful: “MG” are my initials and “roadie” signifies my love of road trips.
Warmer than you,
Maggie (given name, not short for anything)
Not expecting a reply for at least a day, I opened a new tab and searched Fandango for a nearby movie. I’d heard about “World War Z” and, quite frankly, needed to zone out. There was a showing at 8:20, just five or so minutes away. I didn’t have time to shower, so I washed my face, smoothed my tousled curls and grabbed a cardigan. I would barely make it, so I moved quickly out the door and hopped into Beater.
“Bye, buddy boy,” I yelled to Cody as I pulled out, noticing I hadn’t turned the porch light on.
Luck was on my side; I pulled into a close parking space just as an older couple pulled out. I hurried to the ticket window and held up one finger to the clerk who sat behind a thick slab of glass. I took the stairs two at a time so I could snag a bag of popcorn and fill my water bottle with warm tap water. I wasn’t concerned about missing the trailers…I wanted an aisle seat.
The theater was freezing, and I was glad I’d brought a sweater. For the next two hours, I sat transfixed at images of ravenous zombies. Oddly, I could relate to the creatures on the screen: clinically dead, but driven by a diseased, primordial need to suck the vitality out of the living. Is that was I was doing? Was
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