Spring has been a whirlwind season (complete with the sand storms we often have here in the desert) for me. Besides actively promoting my book, Cyberwink, by being interviewed on approximately 30 radio shows, and doing my first TV appearance in Tucson, it is the busy time of year for my day job. Being a middle school teacher. Texas is known for its ‘No Child Left Behind” testing regiment. Personally I think STAAR stands for “Stressing The Adolescents + Adults Relentlessly”
As I am a 7th grade English teacher, I am ‘lucky’ enough to be preparing students for not one, but two of these tests. Of course they get tested in the Spring. Right now, I am starting to feel a little bit ‘tested’ myself in the online dating world.
Remember how I mentioned in my last post that I felt that I was ready to fall in love? Well since then I have tried to “get out there”, but have been met with some roadblocks.
One man that started actively writing me on one of the websites, was living in Hawaii. Immediately tempted to blow him off because of the distance, I decided to at least respond and be more open to the possibilities, as remote as they might seem. For weeks this cyber suitor relentlessly pursued me, even managing to eventually get my phone number in order to call and text me. Invitations to go and visit him in Hawaii were extended. I told him I would have to know him a whole lot better than I did, and that he would have to come and visit me in El Paso first. One day he asked me to send him a picture from my cell phone. I did- and it was a road trip picture, not glamorous, but it looked like me. I didn’t hear from him for almost 24 hours. Was I that scary looking that he would vanish? When I did, he sent me this weird photo where he looked hot and sweaty. He captioned it, “just got back from the gym”. Maybe he didn’t like my photo, or maybe he was unhappy that I did not rave and coo over his post work out portrait. The texts and communications stopped cold.
Another man found me on a website and wrote me a very eloquent and complimentary note. I replied before looking closely at his profile. After receiving an enthusiastic reply to my email, I checked out his information carefully. To my shock, it stated that he was ‘separated’. Anyone who knows me would understand that I consider that to mean that the person is still married. Too bad, he was cute, I thought, as I wrote him letting him know where I stood. Because he travelled a lot for his job, he didn’t really know many people in El Paso, so he also let me know he was looking for friends. I told him that was fine, and we decided to meet up for coffee.
Many of you know the story of Curious George and the Man with the Yellow Hat.
When I got to Starbucks, I found out that I was on a date with the Man with the Yellow Pants. Pale, baby chick yellow. After doing a double take, I reached out to say hi to my new friend. I’m not going to lie. Those pants were totally unexpected, and threw me off my game. Maybe that was why he wore them? I live in El Paso which is not known for its fashion forwardness. Wranglers and Levis are the staples in these here parts of the great state of Texas. Turns out the Man with The Yellow Pants was a very nice person, and we had a great conversation. I think it was easier to talk to him once we sat down, because I could focus my sights on his smile and white shirt, and not be distracted by the bright denim. One of my best friends happened to stop by the same Starbucks we were at, and very awkward introductions ensued. The first thing she commented on later was the yellow pants. Go figure.
I received a very sweet email from this gentleman after our meeting, but it sounded like he was interested in being more than friends. After a few more emails, one where I think I was expected to be excited that his marital status would be quickly changing, The Man with the Yellow Pants stopped communicating with me. I guess he was looking for something a bit more romantic than what I was offering.
I am kind of disappointed that he didn’t want to stay friends, partly because he had told me he did not own a pair of jeans. He either would either go out in business attire (he is a successful professional) or colored denim. He spilled the beans that one pair of pants he owned were pink. This did throw me into a snit of curiousity (like a certain beloved monkey we all know and love). I think if anyone could have pulled this look off, it was him, but I guess I will never know.
There are a few other people that are potentials locally, and when I have more to report….you’ll be the first to know.