PART 2- The Writer

I really don't know where to start with this today, but I have to start. I have to finish this one off. I introduced you to the Writer a while back and gave you a taste of his journalistic skills, his wit, and his lack of charm. He's a smarty- that's for sure. I think this may be what initially got my attention.

I was sitting at my local spot, sipping a cocktail with my girlfriend, Jackie. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two rather tall, good-looking men come in and promptly sit down in the empty seats next to us. Immediately, they joined our conversation as if we had decided to meet then and there to catch up on politics, culture, family, and the rest. I was taken by this man right away. I was very attracted to him- he wasn't bad on the eyes and his passionate conversation was refreshing. They invited us to join them for a game of pool and that's just what we did. The chemistry between us was undeniable. I enjoyed myself and when it was time to leave- exchanging cards seemed natural and relieving. I left, thinking that maybe this meeting people and dating thing wasn't so bad after all. Jackie was sure I had met the man of my dreams...like he was made for me. WHHHOOOOOEY!

Well, long story short...he called me two days later...like any man who follows dating rules should. We chatted briefly and decided to meet again a couple of days later. I'm not sure how to explain the rest...hmmm. The Writer and I saw each other on several more occasions. Each time we were together, the conversations were good and the chemistry was clear. However, there is no doubt that there was something missing. The Writer would call me at times convenient for him ONLY. He would not answer my calls. He would respond to text messages occasionally. Then we would see each other and it would start all over. Great time together then no follow through. He was soo interested when he was interested and then...I guess, out of sight out of mind.

I liked him, no doubt. I was relieved to meet someone that I understood- someone who I could have intelligent conversations with and agree or disagree- it didn't matter- it just made the conversation more exciting. I was relieved to meet someone that was interested in following his passions and was working towards his goals. We had both just come out of very similar dating situations and it was nice to connect with someone who had been there. You know, as I write this, I'm almost annoyed to give him this much credit. The last time I saw him, it was nice. He promised he wouldn't be a stranger and we left it at that.

Almost two months later, after losing my phone and all its numbers, I came across his card. I decided to call him and just say hello. I figured he wouldn't answer, but I wanted to at least leave a message and let him know he had crossed my mind. No biggie. Just a nice hello. He got my message, apparently, and sent me a text..."Hello?" That was it. Huh? No really, HUH? I don't know what in the heck that meant- I'm not sure what I did or didn't do. I had called with sincerity. I really wanted to say "hi", see how he was, see how his family was doing. I pursued this guy more than he pursued me- for sure. By that, I mean, I was interested in getting to know him. I really was interested. Why was he surprised that I was saying hello?

Today, I was bored and decided to take a stroll on match.com. What do you know? The first page of gents to pop up and there he was- looking right at me. I couldn't resist- I had to sign in to view his profile. There it was- his description of what he was looking for in a lady. Just what I would have expected him to say...and if I can say this without sounding arrogant...just what he would have found in me had he tried to. I read on, confused. I, of course, had to call Jackie to let her know of my findings. She sat there as quiet as a mouse. Then she said- "he is looking for you."

Well, I can honestly say that it is his severe loss. However, as I looked more closely at his profile- I saw what I was missing- something that I wouldn't have expected from someone so smart and worldly. Something that had I known, would've turned me off a long time ago...the color of my skin didn't match his criteria. Disappointing. So disappointing that he would be so smart, but so ignorant. I'm still not sure what to think about the whole thing. Apparently, I was good enough to play with, but for a racist, not good enough to stay with.

Sorry, Mr. Writer, if I'm wrong, then speak up- you're never at a loss for words.