26 Dec 2012
Online Dating: Bachelor #1
On Friday, Lauren* switches the photos up on my online dating profile, thinking that the picture of me in a leather jacket is giving a certain contingent of high-living Harley riders the wrong idea.
“We need to make you look more expensive, Lady Bug.”
She also tells me that I am not to respond to any of the incoming messages until she has a chance to approve – which relieves me beyond measure. I am trying not to feel overwhelmed, but with hundreds of incoming messages . . . it’s hard not to.
The reprieve doesn’t last long, unfortunately. Lauren, having signed in to my account when we were going over pictures, happened to still be signed in when she turned her computer on Saturday morning.
“Check out Giovanni** in your inbox, babe.”
My heart leaps. I sign in, take a look. The profile is straight forward, the pictures all kind of hot. Plus, he is Italian. As in from Italy.
I speak Spanish to God, Italian to women, French to men, and German to my horse. ~ Charles V
Now, I can’t speak for God, men or horses, but I’m gonna bet that king Charles did pretty well with the ladies. At the very least I can assure you that he would have done well with this particular lady.
As cliché as it is, I love Italian men and, if my limited travels through Italy are at all indicative, the admiration is mutual.
Thankfully, Lauren feeds me a response to type out to Giovanni. She opts for a pretty simple “Thanks so much for getting in touch. Give me your number, a good time to call, and I will!”
My palms are sweating when I hit “send.” He gets back quickly, but I have to wait a bit to call. I’m too nervous. My first call! On the phone! What do I do? What do I say? I hear that this is not a big deal but . . . it feels like one.
Eventually, I dial. The chat is light, slightly awkward . . . and lovely. We make a plan to meet a few days later. I can’t stop smiling. He’s either the One or the one of the biggest wrong temptations that will ever be thrown in front of me.
The night of our date, I make several promises to myself just before I leave the house. I will be open, I will be myself, I will LISTEN to him, engage him, encourage him. And . . . will let this be whatever it is meant to be.
He calls when I am already sitting at the bar. Mixed signals – he showed up at the wrong place and is still 10 minutes away. Not a great sign.
As he rushes in, suit-clad, uttering ‘Ciao, Bella,” he kisses my cheek and hands me a singularly beautiful red rose. The pictures he posted were decidedly not current . . . but throughout dinner he is attentive, interested and romantic.
If I had to go purely on gut instinct, I’d say that Giovanni isn’t The One. But just this once, instinct be damned. At the very least I need a little more time to find out. Kissing me goodnight, he asks in that fetching Italian accent if we might meet again. And I am excited to say yes.
‘Til next time,
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* In addition to being this blogger’s love guru, Lauren Frances is an internationally acclaimed love and relationships expert, author and seminar leader. She is also the discreet “go-to” love expert for Hollywood’s A-list celebrities, and her love coaching practice spans the globe.
** Unequivocally, emphatically and entirely . . . I am not using real names. That only seems fair, right? With the exception of me myself, I don’t see any benefit to revealing too much about anyone. So in this post and all others the innocent (and not so innocent) shall remain cloaked in pseudonym.