New Year’s Eve rolls around. I thought I had a date with Bachelor #3, but find myself suddenly plan-free, with some organic, grass-fed, free-range short ribs in the fridge. What would Mario Batali do?
He’d slow cook the ribs and serve them with a side of polenta. I’m pretty sure he’d get laid pretty easily too, ad I doubt he’d worry about what the ribs were going to do to his waistline, but neither of those things is an option for me.
So I invite a friend over to join me for the short ribs part.
A couple of emails turn up. Mr. Mormon replies to my message. Mr. Unusual replies to my wink. I try to remember how many messages and winks I sent out to get those two replies.
Then I try to forget how many messages and winks were involved.
Mr. Mormon is chatty. I had emailed him because he mentioned both genealogy and being a movie buff in his profile, both interests of mine. It turns out he wasn’t actually into genealogy, but rather programming some genealogy-related software. He’s not a Mormon anymore, he says, but rather an ex-Mormon – he had some issues with the church and left it, which contributed to the breakup of his marriage. But he has a good relationship with his ex – like everyone on match*. Also, not looking to jump into anything serious.
As far as movies go:
I actually prefer to collect DVDs over going to the theater, so my collection is up over 1100 titles.
1100 DVDs? Haven’t you heard of Netflix?
Mr. Ex-Mormon is anxious to get to the meeting-for-coffee part, so we schedule a Starbucks.
*Generic Match.com profile: Wine tasting, yoga, hiking, great cook, good relationship with ex, wants to move slow, meet for coffee/drink.