I didn’t think it was possible for any man in this day in age to actually posses a mullet outside of Walmart. Perhaps this was why I was so shocked at its presence in the opulent and private dining room of a very expensive restaurant – it was completely out of context. You must understand here that this was not just ANY mullet, but this was the very definition of a mullet – in all of its mystical glory. I struggle now to accurately put it into words – for it can only be described as hockey hair – business in the front, party in the back – complete with soft curls falling softly down the nape of his neck. I’ve seen variations of the mullet over the years but nothing as authentic as this particular version EVER in my adult life.
And – since I happen to be the “luckiest” single woman ever – this short, stocky and poorly coiffed man was to be my dinner companion for the evening.
What can I say – the universe likes a good laugh at my expense…
Yet, to my utter surprise, he turned out to be the most interesting and intriguing person I have met in a very, very long time. A bold statement I know – but I am speaking the absolute truth. We spoke for several hours, vaguely aware of the hum from the other dinner guests, about everything from business, to politics, with everything in between. We had exceptional similarities in our life experiences, could match each other with our knowledge and analysis on most subjects yet offered the other a completely different perspective that allowed for the discussion to flow without any sense of time or quite frankly, any engagement from the other guests sitting at our table. I was so focused that I actually forgot about the existence of his mullet entirely – and it became some strange mirage in the distance…
On my way home, I found myself looking forward to our next meeting. Yet despite my warm and reflective state, I also chastised myself sternly for my earlier reaction, and needed to remind myself that appearances are just that – appearances – and MY snap judgement of an individual based simply on how they are styled is very dangerous and utterly superficial on my part. I ought to be ashamed of myself. I began to feel very guilty for my small-minded thoughts at the start of the evening, for they turned out not only to be misleading but completely inaccurate.
I’m fairly certain he knows that people quietly giggle about his appearance – how could he not. But maybe that’s why he keeps it – because despite the giggle – it also means that he becomes unforgettable.
Which makes him the most unassuming marketing genius for his business and brand. Mullet and all.
The life of a tall, single woman.
Good thing I am perpetually hopeful.
I prefer to go my own way…
I am a single woman who has not been on a date in 15 years. I am not lying. I’ve always fallen from one friendship turned relationship to another without any gap in the flow. Until now. And I’ve been in this gap absolutely dateless for over 2 years.
As a result, I have no idea what the etiquette is when meeting someone for the first time in a random coffee shop.
While this meeting was not actually a first date – it definitely felt like one. I met her online (!) and we agreed to meet to discuss our future relationship together in a public place. After I got off the phone, I realized that she would have no idea who I was. How would we know who we were amongst the seemingly high number of individuals sitting alone at tables. Would I have to go up to each and ask if she were waiting for me? I’d be mortified! Should I tell her what I would be wearing so I am easier to be identified and then she could wave at me as I walked in and we would look like old friends who haven’t seen each other for a really long time…
This was how I met my photographer for the first time. What can I say, I tend to over-think things sometimes.
Thankfully I let my thoughts run wild exclusively inside my head and kept my composure as I wandered in (slightly late) all while scanning for any sign of photographic material or equipment that would somehow make her that much more identifiable. Alas, I am not that lucky. But much to my relief, all the single tables were occupied by men and she was the only woman in the place. Phew. Then I realized that I had just stumbled upon a mini-mecca of single men…for another time I guess. Business first.
And she’s lovely! What a catch! We hit it off immediately and are getting together again next week! Success! 🙂
My foray into the dating scene has not been a stellar one to say the least and results have been well below initial expectations. I am naturally a competitive person. But, between the married, secretly gay and aspiring porn stars, I have been really testing my abilities to soothe my disappointed heart through warm comfort foods, my jammies and ever loyal cat. It has even come to the point where I am highly suspicious of the handsome and intelligent man, holding a carefully selected bottle of wine and a simple caprese salad, seeking nothing more than my company and conversation. When did dating become so confusing and difficult to navigate? Am I really this jaded?
I often think I ought to be doing better at this than I really am. I don’t think that I am that clueless nor unfortunate – speed dating showed me who the real “unfortunate” are in the dating scene. A mass of crooked teeth, unbearable nervousness, with a slight sense of desperation in their eyes – no, I do not fit into that category. Yet, my dating experiences have given me no other conclusive data to prove me otherwise. I maintain my appearance (through albeit barbaric procedures) to ensure that I am neat, tidy and pleasant in appearance. I am a regular at the gym. My bills are paid in-full and on-time every month. I attract the usual catcalls and have doors magically open for me. But, why do I have such a hard time meeting a person without falling down the rabbit hole again only to realize that he actually has a secret family somewhere else in the world and forgot to tell me? And more importantly, how did I not see that one coming?! I watch Lifetime…?!
I was recently told by a co-worker on an unrelated matter that I have incredibly thick skin. Boyfriends dying on you will do that to a person. As I listened to this individual, in my head, I was thinking to myself that maybe I am not moisturizing enough then. And I guess that is the real lesson in all of this – to stop looking to others for satisfaction and happiness but to focus more on myself to get what I truly need to feed my soul.
But that caprese salad was really good….