Isaac…and the ex.

            New month, new man. Time to keep searching for Mr. Right, or should I say Mr. Swipe Right? I know, I know, my jokes are subpar, but you get the point. Now it’s time to introduce Isaac.

Isaac had a little bit of everything I was looking for. He was a little over 6ft, with a good job and a dog. He had a nice smile and was super cute, but not overly aware of it. Does that make sense? He was attractive but not in an arrogant way. I felt like he could be the perfect transition; a nice guy who I could also be attracted to. Do those exist?! With a little bit of conversation back and forth and we had a date!

For the first date, we went to a chic restaurant with incredible food. Of course I barely ate, but drank enough for the both of us. Conversation was incredible and everything felt so comfortable. Was the comfort due to the vodka sodas? I’m not 100% sure of that, but regardless, there was comfort, and that’s hard to come by.  While in conversation, I discovered he actually worked for a local company and was friends with a friend of mine. Small world…maybe a tad too small.

As the date came to an end, it was time to make the decision. Shall I walk home, or let him drive me home? If I am not into the guy, I choose to walk. If I’d like a little extra time with him, I opt for the ride. In this case, I chose the ride. As we approach my apt complex, I cycle through many thoughts. Do we pull in? Do I let him come in? Do I go in for a hug? Do I kiss him? Lord can someone shut my brain up, I can’t even hear what he’s saying at this point! We pull into the garage and I direct him up to my floor. I let him park, but don’t invite him in. Is that terrible? Oh well. We share a little romance in the front seat of his car, and then we part ways. Date number two was established. This could be promising!

After a week of texting and continuing to get to know each other, it was time for date number two. Bowling. I should explain that I am absolutely terrible at bowling, and yet, it is the one sport I love to play. I get gutter balls 90% of the time, and I can count on two fingers the number of times I’ve broken a hundred. So, let’s just say, I do not suggest bowling to show off my skills. I can however tell you, I’ve never gone bowling and not laughed (mostly at myself) the entire night.

Of course, I had to get a glass of wine to loosen up the throwing arm a little bit. He was actually really good at the game. Good thing I have zero competitive bone in my body, because I was not winning this one. Regardless, we had so much fun. At one point, Isaac split his pants but he handled it like a champ. I instantly felt so much “like” for this guy. I started thinking that maybe this could really work. Maybe there could really be a future here. We left that date with plans for the next. I was feeling so good and started really letting my guard down. I didn’t have to fight for his attention, and he was just as excited to hang out as I was. This was something special.

A few nights later, I went to a party at my friend’s house. I had some drinks, and played games, and was having a blast. I texted Isaac to invite him to the party. I thought, how fun would it be to introduce him to my friends?! Then, it happened. Bomb dropped. Isaac told me he wanted to be “honest” and told me his ex was back in the picture and that they were going to try to make it work. COME ON. Are there any decent men in this town that are truly ready for relationships? Scratch that. That point is mute. He was ready for a relationship, just not a relationship with me. Even though Isaac and I didn’t last long, I was really disappointed. I felt like there was true potential there. I thought he was a genuinely nice guy that seemed interested in me. We had an honest connection that I wanted to pursue, but apparently he had other ideas in mind.

GREEN FLAGS:

-          Handsome

-          Funny

-          Good sport (pants ripped and he did not run home out of embarrassment. Definite points for that because I can not say I would’ve handled that the same way)

-          Honesty (even when it’s not what you want to hear)

RED FLAGS:

-          Truly, this guy didn’t have any. Besides having a girl on the side, he was honest and didn’t lead me on for too long knowing that. So, props to him. He’s a good one, and I really do wish him the best.

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They say the best way to get over someone is to get back out there. So, cue the dramatic music for the entrance of the next potential suitor. Drum roll please.

Swipe Right.