Good Days

For all the complaining, and angst, and esteem crushing I've experienced in the internet dating world lately, some days are good days.  I recently felt like a hot tamale--as if I was totally winning at not only internet dating, but also life.

I had a busy Thursday night.  I sent my application in for a job I think I'd really enjoy at a company I'd love to work for.  I had an email from HockeyGuy, who told me (a variety of things but also that) he really likes tall women. Bonus for me! I responded.  I sent an email to BrightGuy, who seemed funny and smart.  And then, Super Crush appeared in my list of match ups.

Ahhh, Super Crush.  He's a fella I noticed months ago online, probably last fall.  He's five years older than me, smart, and seemed like a grown-up.  Plus his pictures included him not only holding a baby (nephew), but also wearing a goofy costume and mustache with costumed friends. I emailed him back then, and never heard back.  Much to my immense surprise, I received an email from him in late January.  I hadn't been online in weeks, and was about to shut down my account to focus on the fella I'd been dating for several weeks.  He apologized for the delay in getting back to me, and made a joke about the costume he was wearing in his photo.  He was charming, and I had maybe only 30 seconds of "ooohhhh. . ." before I gleefully realized I didn't care. I was too into the fella I was dating, and wasn't interested in Super Crush.  I emailed him, thanked him for the note, and told him I had been seeing someone and was taking a break from online dating to focus on the current guy.  He replied and wished me luck.

So when he showed up on my list, I decided to go ahead and email him. I made some joke about the profile he was looking for being now available.  Sure enough, he not only emailed me back, he emailed me back a mere hour later!  Yes, a fella actually responded right away instead of playing some sort of "must wait so as not to appear too interested" game.  He had saved my last email, cut and pasted it into his reply, and asked what happened--had I "broken the poor guy's heart?"

I replied (the next day, since I was already on my way to bed when his email came through) with a brief summary of what had happened, that no hearts were broken.  (Well, except mine, just a little bit, but I kept that to myself.)  And then I turned dumb and made some stupid joke.  Sigh.  What is it about this guy?  I figured it out:  he'd changed his profile to include that he's a certified personal trainer.  I don't know if that's his job, or a hobby--his photos indicate that he might wear a suit to work, so I'm not sure what's up with that. In any case, would I feel comfortable being naked in front of a fella who is a personal trainer?  No.  Hell no. Plus my previous long-standing crush was interfering with my ability to think straight when I emailed him.  As soon as I hit send, I regretted it.

Friday I also had a message from BrightGuy, who seems awesome.  I replied. 

J2, who is halfway through his 2 weeks of traveling, continues to randomly email me, and I responded to him.

And then, as if emailing with four different fellas wasn't already inflating my ego to epic proportions, I got an email from TallDude.  I'd emailed him a week prior and forgotten all about it.  He told me he'd been traveling, and just saw my email.  Except, he used lots of exclamation points and seemed a little dumb.  But a cute tall dude emailing me??  Yes please!  I responded.

I floated on a cloud of hope and possibility all day Friday and Saturday.  For the first time ever, I was emailing not just one or two guys who I might want to go on a date with, I was emailing FIVE.  I told friends of my "dating" fortune and success with disbelief on Saturday night.  Five, friends!  Five!  And the job I applied for hasn't even told me no!  (Or, anything at all other than they received my resume and cover letter.)  Stuff could be happening.

Sunday evening, I logged on to the dating site.  Not a peep from any of my five.  Most of them had viewed my profile in the past couple of days, though.  To decide that they didn't want to stay in touch with me?  Perhaps.  And indeed, I've heard nothing as of Monday afternoon. At least I had a couple of good days, right?

Except now I'm afraid to check the status of my job application.  Maybe tomorrow. . .