The Dating Chronicles
‘The Real Deal’
Kurt got in the car and just sat there. He put the key in the ignition but didn’t turn it on. He was suddenly exhausted. This was his third date in three days with three different women, and he was losing his will to go on in his search. He had been waiting to meet the woman of his dreams, for so long, he had almost given up.
This night had been yet another failure. Another blind date that had gone nowhere. The woman was reasonably attractive but not his type. She wore glasses, her lips were too shiny, and she had a booming voice. He had cut the evening short after they sat down for dinner because she had failed to exhibit any semblance of real class or a sense of humor.
His friends called him a perfectionist and his sisters called him ridiculous. But in his mind, he knew exactly what he was looking for and he wasn’t going to settle for less. She had to be stylish, a size 10, with shapely legs, an encyclopedic mind, a short haircut, flashing white teeth, size 7 feet, and possess an impressive “keep up” knowledge of football. She also had to have an enchanting voice and a hearty laugh.
The woman of Kurt’s dream would not just be his woman. She would be his partner, and a playmate, whose carefree, confident spirit would keep him inspired and content to be with her and only her. As he sat alone on the dark street, in front of the house of his last “try-on,” the lights of a passing car shone brightly in the window of the house, and he saw his date staring at his car from behind the drapes.
He noticed she had removed her glasses. In the moonlit window, she suddenly looked prettier. He leaned up for a closer look. He started his car and dialed her number. Maybe he’d give her another try. As the phone rang, he recalled how knowledgeable she had been of football. He decided he would try dating her again until he came across what he called, ‘the real deal.’ ‘But she didn’t answer. When he tried her number again the next day, he discovered she had blocked his number.