Date 9: Sam
One day, Sam sent me a pretty hilarious message online. I'm pretty sure it started something like: "When I was growing up I had a dog named Jess, she was smart and sweet. Are you smart and sweet?" (I mean, obvs.) The message went on for quite a while, asked interesting questions and told me he played volleyball, which was all I needed to know. Unfortunately, his pictures were all back-lit or taken from quite a distance, so I couldn't really see what he looked like, but I decided that I wasn't that vain (hindsight: I am that vain).
Our conversation ended up getting so long online that Sam had to send two messages because apparently there is a character count on those messages. Sam was a neurobiologist and recently decided to become a cop, he just moved to town, and seemed in general like a nice person. The only strike against him was that he wasn't Peter (ok, also he was a cop...two strikes).
Em told me to keep my options open. She said that either it would make me like Peter better or I would realize that he isn't that great and reevaluate my opinion of him. So after texting for a couple weeks (and him sending me a video of himself being tasered, YES!) Sam and I set up a date for Saturday night.
I was pretty tired Saturday because I spent the day hiking with K and the pup, but I went home, took a nap and shower, and showed up at the pub we had chosen. I was early because I had actually no idea what this guy looked like. I texted him my whereabouts and waited patiently. At precisely our meeting time he walked in and looked exactly nothing like I had pictured. Like I said, the pictures were not clear and you couldn't really tell anything, but he ended up being a good looking guy. His profile had said he was 30 (ish...can't remember), but he looked older somehow. I don't know if he had wisdom in his eyes or if it was his receding hairline, but somehow he looked closer to late 30s/early 40s. He also dressed hilariously. He was wearing this super 90s hoodie which was made of some sort of velour/fleece and was white and ribbed with a half-zip. I'm not certain where someone could buy this other than Randy River.
Anyway, I'm making him sound bad...He was great! Super nice and sweet, with kind of an Eastern Canadian accent. We had lots to talk about; police work, dogs, volleyball. But just no chemistry. I stuck it out for two drinks because he drove 20 minutes to meet me. He paid for the drinks when I said I was tired and I left the date with a hug and said "Thanks for the drinks! Get home safe!" because I learned my lesson from Chas.
Unfortunately, Sam didn't think there was no chemistry. He texted me that night that he had gotten home safely, texted me all the next day even when I didn't respond (partly because I had no reception in the mountains, partly because I'm rude, and partly because I forgot), and then texted me again on Monday. I figured I had to let the poor guy know I wasn't interested, so I sent a very nice message saying I didn't feel a connection and wishing him the best of luck.
Love Sack Murda
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