So, I know a few things about Mr. Unusual, apart from the fact that he’s a man who makes plans he has no intention of following through on. First, he lives in Seattle. Second, he has an unusually spelled first name.
One of my hobbies is genealogy, and here’s a fun little fact: people with names like Zipporah are a hell of a lot easier to find than people with names like Mary.
I go to Facebook. I enter his first name in quotes to restrict results to the unusual spelling of “Mic.” I restrict the location to Seattle.
Oh, look, a 1930’s Chesterfield ad picture.
Same guy. It took me about thirty seconds to find him.
But he’s fairly smart, and he’s mostly got his Facebook page locked down, except for a few photos. I leaf through them. He doesn’t appear to be married. He has a young son, which he had mentioned in his match profile – a cute little boy.
And then there’s a picture of him being interviewed on Fox News. There’s a Viagra logo on the screen, which he makes a joke about and some of his five hundred Facebook friends make further jokes about.
Married was one reason to be secretive, but that doesn’t seem to be the issue here. This is someone who maybe has a bit more to protect – maybe some justification for not giving out too much information?
Since I now have his full name, I just go ahead and google it, and much to my surprise, I get dozens of hits: A website, an Amazon author page, and some interviews on YouTube, among other things.
It turns out that Mr Unusual is a business consultant with a bunch of patents and a published book on his list of accomplishments.
I watch a couple of the videos. He’s well-spoken, well-dressed, and confident – all the things The Departed was not, but more to the point, the kind of person I always pictured myself with, but never seem to end up with. I guess my first husband was like that, on the surface, and it’s true, we looked lovely together in pictures. You can’t see narcissistic personality disorder in pictures.
I like this guy. I email a link to my father, and he likes the guy too. Confident, he says. Intelligent, I say. I’m not nervous, either, because I think: I can hold my own with this guy. I’m a Vice President at an investment bank. I read financial press and investment reports and deal with Harvard MBA’s all day long. And we have similar interests – fine dining and travel.
This, I think, is a good match.