I met “Cameron” on the dating site HowAboutWe (which I recommend you check out. A pretty interesting concept, though I struck out 2 for 2 on it). His profile was sparse, even by HowAboutWe standards and his date idea – “go to a bar and have a drink” was pretty uninspired. But I had some time to fill and there was something attractive about his picture. I responded and we were able to set something up pretty quickly. We met at a pretty nifty little bar just on the edge of one of San Francisco’s most notorious neighborhoods (or, as someone who doesn’t want to admit to living there would say, “The Theater District”). He was about 15 minutes late, which, in retrospect is ridiculous as he lived just a few blocks away, but I didn’t mind as there was a pretty good Giants game on and I made friends with the girls next to me. At one point, they told me that they were rooting for this guy not to show up so that I could just hang out with them all night. If only the night had taken that turn instead of the one that had me strolling the streets of the ghetto at 1 in the morning.
Once he arrived, and my new friends expressed their disappointment, me and my tall, handsome and oh-so-doable date settled in for a couple of cocktails (I now have a strict 2 drink maximum). It took me very little time to determine that this guy had no long-term dating potential (I am so over the underemployed musician thing after being married to one for over 10 years) but he was just too pretty to pass up. Besides, The French Boy had been out-of-town for nearly a month and I was definitely overdue for some action. Once the bill was squared away (a bill that he graciously paid, despite my protestations) I looked him straight in the eye and said that we should go back to his place. Not one to refuse such a request from a lady, he escorted me a few blocks through the very heart of the beast until we got to his apartment.
We spent the next hour quite enjoyably engaged in adult-type activities until it was time for me to get home. I was a bit miffed that he didn’t offer to walk me the couple of blocks to the train station, but didn’t really make an issue of it. I’m a big girl, after all and although I wasn’t super excited about stepping over junkies and avoiding being eaten alive by a homeless man’s pit bull, I made it to the train without incident.
I was surprised the next day to receive a text from my ghetto-licious friend expressing his satisfaction and gratitude and asking when we might see each other again. I replied that I was busy for the coming week but would get back to him. In the week that followed, he stayed in contact texting every couple of days. He even sent a rather awkwardly adorable one saying that if I wanted to spend the night and not have to rush out of there to catch the last train out of the city, he would be more than open to that. We set up our next date for a few days later and I prepared myself for a rather fun sleepover. Continue reading