I've dated a restaurant manager (Mr Listener, who doesn't deserve linkage anymore), and now I've been on a date with a restaurant owner. A restaurant owner who chose to meet "just for coffee" at a diner at 9:30 on a Tuesday.
Still, I was hopeful. After all, you know, the internationals like me.
And this guy was no exception. He pursued me hard for a week. Oh my, such an investment in time. This guy was SO eager to meet me. From Macedonia, with Hungarian, Croatian, and Italian ancestry. Speaks 6 languages. Has a business degree. Nice, dark, and handsome. Warm eyes, clean look. No comparison to Borat. All good.
He is all about work. And status. Has a house here in Jersey. Has a house and boat in Macedonia. Divorced with grown kids who prefer to live with him because of the house. Works so much and so hard he can't say what he does for fun because he rarely has time for it. Plays basketball with his son. Enjoys concerts but rarely gets to go. Works major holidays.
You get the picture. At more than one moment as we sat at the diner picking at pieces of pie, I felt I was listening to my ex husband talk about how if you want nice things you have to work hard for them, and he was proud of all he's accomplished since coming to the states 21 years ago. He should be.
But by the 5th time he told me that I have beautiful eyes and hair, I got the feeling I knew what he had time for. It was confirmed when we got to the cars and he gave me a hug that had an extra special package down below.
He told me he was a very passionate man. I told him that was nice. He said he was looking for a passionate woman. I told him I was passionate, just not on the first date.
He then said, "I'm not looking for sex right away. I'm just looking for someone to understand me. I may not have a lot of time now, but in 2 years perhaps I won't have to work at all anymore...."
Then he grabbed my waist and shook it a little and said, "Who knows, in 2 years, I sell the restaurant and the house, you lose a little weight, and together we can go live in Macedonia."
I blinked. I replayed the words. And I repeated, as my profile clearly states: "I need someone who will accept me just as I am."
He stood there smiling at me. "Oh I know. I know you have dogs too. That's OK. I love dogs. I had a white shepherd once."
I stopped hearing his words. "OK I'm going to go now. Ciao."
"I'll call you Thursday."
I'm home in time for Craig Ferguson. Who has lost weight. Great, isn't that just great.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."