Alright party people, I’ve got a month to go before my New Year’s deadline. Time to crack down on the date search. And as always, I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a pickle.
As my eHarmony subscription came to an end at the beginning of the month, I contacted a few guys as a kind of a last hooray, just to see if I’d get any last-minute takers. Well, my subscription ended and I didn’t get much of a response. However, luck was on my side and my subscription ended right as a free communication period was starting. And, as it turned out, one of those last-ditch-efforts was a taker and responded a few days after my subscription ended.
We worked our way through the eHarmony process until I realized that since I was no longer a paying member, I wasn’t going to get to the email stage. So, when we got to the final section of questions, I strategically placed a map to my personal email address and explained that my subscription (a.k.a. I’m cheap and using this free communication to the fullest) would end before we would get to the email stage.
He emailed a few days later, very brief, saying he was still interested. After receiving my response, he emailed back asking to meet up for coffee and for my number. He called, again very brief, and we set up a time. He left it to me to pick the place since he doesn’t know the area too well. And we ended the conversation with me emailing him the location over the weekend and then wished each other a Happy Thanksgiving.
As soon as I hung up the phone, that’s when it hit me – Oh sh*t! I have no idea what this guy looks like. I just set myself up on a blindish date. How is that even possible?
Once your eHarmony subscription ends, you can no longer see photos of your matches. I could read his profile and saw that we were matched when I was able to see his picture, but that was over three weeks ago. I’m a busy lady and I’ve talked to at least ten other guys by now. I was and am drawing a blank, totally coming up dry. Wouldn’t know him if you threw him at me.
I thought of a zillion ways to try to ask for his picture but they all sounded like, “Hey, I don’t remember you so you must not be important,” or “By the way, I am juggling a million guys right now and I have lost track of your face in the sea.” Truth of the matter is, I hate it when guys do that to me, so I didn’t want to do that to him. I like to live by the Golden Rule as best I can. . . and look where it has me.
I know that I have at least seen his face before and I’m trying to remember if my last-ditch-efforts were only to good-looking guys. (Dare to dream, right?) I am hoping, praying, and crossing my fingers that he is the unexpected surprise Santa leaves under the tree and not the present that goes straight to the re-gift pile. Guess I will find out tonight at seven.