My friends don't know I'm doing this, but I tell complete strangers: I got another dating service match. My expectations are high and at the same time I'm full of dread, worrying I'll mess it up or just as likely this turns into another dead end. This service takes time so I won't know anything real for a while. Heck, I'm trying to think of a good, recent, picture I could submit of myself. My mother has two pictures of me in her room. The one, I don't even know how old I was, I was never skinny but I am in that one. The other is me and brother, at least ten years old. He still has red hair and I have a big full bread. I haven't seen any vacation pictures yet; maybe there is a nice one in that group. I'll probably be holding a glass of wine or a beer in all of them, hopefully my eyes aren't glassy. (Not that I was drinking, much, but it was a wine tasting tour.) Seriously, I wonder if I can get my sister-in-law to work the miracle of digital cameras: take a picture of me that looks natural but really isn't; something we work on to get it just right. And without her telling brother.
I have only one real friend I can talk about this with and I don't like too. He dates women that are beautiful. I'd take half of his castoffs (and have ;-). I just can't see how he can relate, he can talk to a complete stranger and be witty and charming. OTOH I can talk to groups of people easily but one-on-one with women my mind is either blank or racing too much. At the store where I work a female customer said something that I could have turned into the biggest compliment to her; it only took me three hours to realize it and think of a reply. She may have not been flirting, but it was a big opening. Oh well.
But my friend has his own troubles. Beautiful women have unique problems; stupidity and vanity are at the top of the list. 'Nuff said.
Have a couple of nice days. I'm off looking for another Bambi.
Kevin T. - VRWC Mmmm beer
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