Happy Valentine’s Day.
Okay this hasn’t exactly been my holiday. Thanksgiving–that’s my holiday. Valentine’s Day is a holiday for the pretty people. And when you’ve always been overweight the only people you get valentines from is your family. So this is not exactly my holiday.
So how in the hell do I somehow have a date tonight on Valentine’s Day?
Damned if I know.
Last summer I got back on Jdate on a whim. Once in a blue moon I’d get someone look at my profile. But really nothing serious. I’d shoot a few emails and flirts with no response or a polite no thanks. And then I updated my picture. Now I’m not saying women are throwing themselves at me but suddenly I seem to be on the radar. I’ve had a few dates but nothing to write home about. I’ve mentioned the one who hates Star Wars.
But tonight is a little different. I saw this woman’s profile…gorgeous. Maybe in 100 pounds and when I was a little more toned up I’d have a shot. On a whim, I shot her an email.
She replied–and not with a no either.
I’d initially asked about Valentine’s Day but she was going out with her girlfriends that night. The about 7ish last night I get an email. Her plans fell through–do I still want to go out?
And there it is.
I have a date…on Valentine’s Day. With an amazing, smart, and sexy woman.
Me, the guy who’s idea of a date that day is the local strip club.
People ask me how things are different. How things have changed.
This is how.
A date on Valentine’s Day…me??? really???