Montrealer Baller

The conversation flowed easily in part to his executive marketing tenure for P&G in Russia and other European countries for over a dozen years. Originally from our friendly northern neighbors he lived abroad and came to Boca 18 months ago to be with his ailing mother. He asked me if I liked the taste of beer. He said that girls who do are easy. It just so happens I don’t. He also asked if I liked horror films, would consider leaving life behind to set sail around the world for a year or if I’d ever explored a foreign city myself. He said that researchers found that when couples answered those three questions alike that they would succeed in a relationship. He doesn’t eat anything that ends in the letter O except for mango. Growing up he played ice hockey and had his nose broken one too many times eliminating his sense of smell. Every type of spicy ethnic food was his favorite for that simple reason. 
With favorite activities including hiking and playing guitar he managed to slip in that he lied about his age in his profile. When I asked why he found it necessary he simply said that if I’d known he was 47 I wouldn’t have responded to his email. I told him he was mistaken and continued to finish my iced passion tea. And say buh bye.  

 

The Shrink

We met at one of my favorite places–Seasons 52–for a three hour long glass of wine. Yes, I should have gotten up and walked out after he told me his ex had broken his heart but I chose to stay and learn more about him. Give him the benefit of the doubt that he was healed and ready to date someone new. He’d already had his rebound. I didn’t expect he’d bring out the cellphone pics of him and his daughter wearing matching outfits and posing with Disney princesses on their latest trip to meet Mickey. I learned that his daughter gets whatever she wants since she’s officially “daddy’s little princess.”

After a great phone conversation I was so excited to meet this guy in person. Sure he had a 5 year old daughter but had been divorced over 2 years and sounded like he was ready to move on with his life. That hope ended when we met in person and I learned about his abnormal obsession with his daughter and all of the  ill will he maintained for his ex wife who “ took all the diamonds he will ever buy for a woman along with her.” The remarried ex lived down the street from him (which he arranged on purpose so that he could be with his daughter every chance he got). 

It was obvious that he chose a picture from his college days to post as his most recent profile pic. It had late ‘90s written all over it down to the rolled up t-shirt sleeves. When he asked about meeting for sushi a few nights later all I could say was “I’ll pass”!

  

The Chiropractor 

He was well versed on current events which is important to me. He also had the same pretty face in his profile picture that was easy to look at. He had those two things going for him. He happened to be a carnivore and takes his meat rare and only eats vegetables in their raw form. I could deal with that. Then I made the mistake of asking him what he does for a living after I finished answering his standard questions. I didn’t plan on learning all about his neurological chiropractic beliefs for the hour long dinner and through the live bluegrass performance that followed. I thought the music might offer some relief but I was mistaken. By 11:30pm my ears were ringing from both the banjo on stage and his disgruntled thoughts on physicians and their philosophy of medicine. I didn’t mind the bluegrass!

  

JB

The Channukah Party

That’s the infamous one where I met one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met. Hot–not so smart. He was so attractive until he opened his mouth. Beautiful green eyes, a body that lives in the gym and you don’t even notice he shaves his head. A huge Phish fan. Spoke to his fellow Phish fan friends in their own kind of language sometimes. Slang? Phish-speak? I don’t know if the two are connected but I swear they understood each other.

I don’t think I’ve ever listened to Phish. Is that bad? Sure the Grateful Dead is a classic band. I could never understand the fandom associated with Phish and those that follow them around the country to attend their sold out shows. I think JB thought I might’ve been a fan based on the vintage 70’s floor length, blue velvet coat I wore to that party.

I heard the group came to Miami for New Years.  I’m sure I could’ve found some really good vegetarian grub if I had gone down and tailgateed before the show. I bet he went…along with thousands of other fans. What were the odds of me running into him down there? I never see the guy but another friend who was at the same party has literally run into him at least 5 times since we were introduced. The ‘relationship’ could have gone on much longer than it did but I saw what it was about and my conscience told me to listen to it and end things before they went down the road to nowhere fast.