Mortgage Guy

I’m not on Match.com anymore, but I am on www.PlentyofFish.com, which some of my friends have referred to as "Plenty of Crap," or "Plenty of White Trash." Regardless, it’s a FREE online dating website.

Recently, I changed my status to living in Manchester, NH; I figured I would take Julie’s advice and fish in a local pond, seeing that I am seriously considering moving back to New Hampshire.

Yup, you read that right. I’m pretty much over the NYC/NJ thing. Nothing really keeping me there except my Monday through Friday job.  And now, because of the Recession, my hours were reduced to only working Monday through Thursday. If you do the math.....here, I’ll help you….that’s a 20% reduction in my salary. TWENTY! So, why I am living so far away from my family and friends, when I could (hopefully) find another job for the same money in New Hampshire?

So, the other weekend, I'm on PlentyofFish, and I have emails from two guys who caught my attention. The first one lives in North Sutton, NH.

North Sutton? Where the hell is that? I actually had to look it up on the map – and it was pretty damn far.

The other guy was a local guy from Manchester. He's 39-years old, 6’3” and owns a mortgage company.

I wasn’t too sure about the guy in North Sutton, because even though I was attracted to him, he didn’t have too much to say, plus he was AA for two years. Yikes! Great for him, but bringing someone to the Hen House that doesn't drink would probably go over like a fart in church!

So, now we are down to Mortgage Guy. Not sure if I will be into him. I'm concerned he won't be my type because he's a red head – but now shaves his head bald….so he USED to be a red head. Whatever.

We email; then graduate to texting for four days….and I’m expecting him to call me any day now, but he doesn’t. Typical.

*Rolling eyes*

So, fine.  I'll break tradition and call him first, so on Thursday night during my 4-hour drive to New Hampshire, I called him.

Conversation was good, it was easy to talk to him. I was hoping to meet him that weekend, but he couldn’t because it was his weekend with his 6-year old daughter. Damn.

I ask him if he knows my brother, Nathan, and he tells me he's been inside the Wild Rover once in 10 years, but that yes, he knew who he was.  Nathan had dated one of his friend's ex-girlfriends.  (No surprise there!)  But, at least we don't have to worry about Rule #2.  Whew! He tells me to drive safe, and that he'd be in touch on Friday.

Friday afternoon, I’m running around doing errands with Mommer. Mortgage Guy is texting me all day, trying to figure out a way we could meet, and he finally comes up with an idea. Would I be interested in meeting him at 4:00pm at Starbucks?

Starbucks?  Really?  We have one in Manchester?

Yes, there's one on South Willow Street and he goes there every Friday afternoon with his daughter.  He suggests that we could “accidentally bump into each other.”  Sounds like a plan!

I finish up errands with Mommer, and I head over to Starbucks. I’m there on time, I buy a Tall Skinny Vanilla Latte and find a comfortable spot, sit down and while I wait, I open up my Bible, “The War of Art."

He was a little late, but there was no mistaking him. He was definitely 6’3” and had a presence – or was it the big, huge smile across his face that gave him away? Clearly, he liked what he saw.

*smiles*

He walks in, dutifully holding his daughter’s hand, and approaches me. We say hello to each other and then he introduces me to his little girl. She’s as adorable as can be, and reminds me of Bernice in, “Hope Floats,” (my favorite movie).

Like her daddy, she’s got this little edge to her - and just like Bernice, her glasses are also too big, but hers are pink.

I get up, so we can move to where there is more comfortable seating. We decide to sit in the big soft chairs in the back of the room – his daughter settles in her chair, right across from us. She’s content with her pumpkin bread, hot chocolate and her Game Boy. I smile, as I’m watching her, and then I turn to Mortgage Guy.

Finally, we are face to face. Gosh he’s really cute! Great smile and love his nice, deep man voice – oh, and big man hands, too! Meow-meow! Okay, thank God – physical attraction is there *ding!* and apparently it’s mutual as he can’t seem to get that smile off of his face.

We end up talking about the basics….basically why are you still single? He doesn’t believe me when I tell him that it’s not me.  The choices at my age are limiting, and I add jokingly, “All the good ones are taken already!” He laughs, but doesn’t buy it. He can’t fathom how I’ve made it this far without being married – then he accuses me of being a “Runaway Bride.”

Runaway Bride? Me? Hell, no. I liked it better when he was calling me meatball earlier in the week when we were texting!

We end up talking for an hour and a half. But then I had to excuse myself, so I wouldn’t be late meeting the girls at the Hen House for wine and pizza. 

We hug each other good-bye, and he tells me that next weekend he’ll be available to see me again, because he won’t have his daughter.  Great!  I'm looking forward to it!

Overall, I liked him. He was much better looking in person than he was in his photos. And, of course, being 6’3” doesn’t hurt one bit! He'll definitely get a second date with me.

Huh…imagine that…I never thought I’d be into a guy that is a red head, but if there is one thing in the world that I’ve learned - it's that you NEVER SAY NEVER!  Yup!  There I go again...eating my words, as I know I've said it several times before.

*laughing*

See? That’s God, and his humor!

Crap! I’ve also said I would never date a short guy!