The system for the online dating site sends out an “it’s a match” note to each party when we like each other with a 4 or 5 star rating. I am not sure how the men use it, but I use it mixed – some are guys that I think are way cute and others whose profiles intrigue me. I am not very sophisticated in terms of repeating parts of the profile in my messages out to someone who interests me who has expressed interest back and may be that’s what i am doing wrong.

I wish someone could tell me what’s the right thing to do here.

Anyway, I marked this guy as kind of interesting/cute and he had starred me to so I got the system message. 

I took that as my opportunity to reach out and say that the system thinks we are a match maybe we should meet.

He wrote back humorously saying that if the system said so then it must happen. Already this was kind of fun. 

Turns out we live in the same neighborhood, so we agreed to meet at the local pub. Great. I could walk there.

Despite being so close, I managed to get there early. This seems to be a running theme.

I went into the bar to check it out and see if he was there but not yet. So I wait outside. One of the bar patrons comes out and we have a chat and he asks if I am going in. I mention that I am waiting on someone but yes would be going in shortly.

Eventually he shows up – he walked as well but lives down at the bottom of the hill.

We go in and find a spot at the bar.

We talk about work a little bit and then music. Mostly he talks. Doesn’t ask me any questions really. Talks on and on about whatever it was we were discussing. We have a beer. We have a mixed drink. I try to join in and I totally offend him when we are talking about Bob Dylan – whose music and lyrics I like but whose singing should be stopped. 

Things go downhill from there. Our music tastes don’t really mesh and he tells me about a concert he is headed to shortly. As in tonight. At exactly an hour, he says he will be going. He asks if I am leaving too and I am speechless because of the abruptness of this. I say no I am going to stay for the music.

Really I want to stay. I am glad he is going. He was a bore. I leave a few minutes later and come back home, put some decent non-bob-dylan music on and dig into the book I am in the middle of.