“The Smell of Desperation”
My profile’s been up for a few weeks now, but I’ve only had a few dates, both because some people screw themselves out of one (see Entry 1) and because of time/inclination.
Recently, I had a rather sad one. A handsome, smart Indian man met me at Sophia’s for drinks.
The problems? He’s moving to San Jose (pretty far) and he’s just filed for divorce. The arranged marriage was never good, but now, 10 years on and with an oops 1 year old, in addition to 2 other children. they’re calling it quits.
That was a lot to take in, but then he explained that he’d decided to put his profile up for two weeks, and that if he didn’t find someone in that time, he’d give up for a while. He said the two weeks were up.
Before I could even assure him that finding someone takes more than two weeks, he pulled out his phone and showed me the four other women he’d contacted.
It was a weird move.
Apparently, two of them never emailed back, and one emailed to say she didn’t want to date a man with kids.
“That leaves you.”
What could I say?
“I have to get home and make dinner; it was great to meet you.”
