(Extremely long sigh)
Let me start with, he’s sweet. He’s intelligent. Unemployed because he’s still following the dream, which I get. Is it weird that he’s a puppeteer? Perhaps, but someone has to do it. I knew immediately that he was not Mr. (enter my name here), but we had some great email exchanges, so I thought we’d at least have a fun conversation. It was mediocre. I almost had an aneurysm when he mentioned being Facebook friends. I stayed over an hour, and then my southern hospitality flew out the window.
Here’s a tip for everyone. Coffee dates in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday SUCK. And don’t even get me started on the awkward goodbyes. How do you say “Please don’t contact me again” with your eyes when you’re hugging them and saying “Talk to you later” with your lips? It’s misleading.
But there’s a twist. Whilst walking home from said date, I ran into my neighbor (which we will name Neighbor) that I’ve been flirting with for some time now. I thought he had a girlfriend. Turns out he doesn’t. He asked me out. Kind of. Well, he got my number and mentioned being in the same room together. Listen, what matters is that I may get to go on a REAL date. And by the by, I’ve dated neighbors before, and it always ends well. So this is exciting.

SHELBY is the author of 30 Dates 30 Blogs – a site documenting her real-life search for Mr Right. Read her latest entries right her on SugarBang.com, or catch up on past posts at: 30DATES30BLOGS.BLOGSPOT.COM