My date last night...

was kind-of a flop. I'm always surprised to discover how people are sending you photos via chat or email--that are at least 10 years old. Like when we meet in person--I'll just be so overwhelmed with their charm, that I'll forget that they misrepresented themselves. To me, that equals lying. I've had enough of lying to last me the rest of my life.

The photo on my dating profile is 4 months old--and you can see the grey shining through my bleach job. I have 3 photos up--two full lengths and one close-up--different outfits, different days. I'm a bit thinner now than in my profile pics. I'm not hiding my imperfections, I throw them out in conversation beforehand. I don't claim to be something I'm not. I don't wear a lot of makeup, don't even own a push-up bra and I sure as hell am not going to put up a 10 year old photo. (Besides 10 years ago, I was going through a really frumpy phase. lol)

In any case, he was a really nice guy. Opened the door, held out my chair and seemed interested in my stories. (Bonus points for manners, always!) There wasn't much chemistry or sexual tension, we did make each other laugh. I sensed a bit of a desperation with him--like he's been turned down one too many times and was insecure about women. I get that--completely. I'm pretty insecure as well, I may hide it better in person than he does. The most we'll ever be is occasional friends though.

He refused to let me pay for my dinner--which was really nice because I'm beyond broke this week. He left a good tip, --this is so important to me. If I don't have the money to tip, I won't eat out. He was pleasant to the wait staff even when part of our order was goofed up. I've dated some jerks (and married one) who were total assholes to waitresses. I've gone back in to restaurants to apologize and leave decent tips more times than I can count.

I walked him to his car, he kissed my hand and said we'd chat soon. He hit me up on chat later to say he had a really great evening and that I was prettier in person than in pictures. A girl can never hear that enough. I thanked him again for the dinner and his company, and we both left it open to talk again soon.