The Patrick Dempsey Knight

In order to kick off this dating/Knighting endeavor I had been initially relying solely on the online dating site as my main line for potential dates.  I don't think I have ever been asked out by a man at a bar and just didn't think that men were now going to be stopping me at Trader Joes just because I was now in dating mode. The thought was that I would put my lure in the water, so to speak, leave it there, and see what bit with the online dating page was surely my best bet.   Plus, it was a whole test of this patience thing everyone tells me about that I just don't seem to have.  

Initially when I created the online profile page had been in Brisbane for a bit and decided why not get out and meet the locals.  

Local Flavor

I think I went on two walking dates (we got a cup of coffee and walked around the park) and well, was gonna just focus on work and roller derby for the remainder of the stay in Oz. . .

My Aussie Men

A year ago I decided to take a look at the page that I had set up during my my stay in Australia. 

In my inbox I had a response from a guy wearing a lobster hat. I was intrigued. Who would wear a lobster hat for their profile picture.  So I read what he wrote. I can't recall it all but he touched on  my traveling and his traveling and I thought, what the hell. He seemed like a nice enough guy and if he was wearing a lobster hat, perhaps he didn't have heads in his fridge at home. 

People that wear lobster hats are OK?

So Patrick Dempsey Knight and I decide that we are going to meet halfway between he and I since we will both be coming from a distance. We decide to meet in a small town called Milford which seems to virtually be in the middle of no where. We wander around town and check out antique shops. I think either he's gay or an interior decorator.  Turns out he's a salesman for his company and a very good one at that. He tells me of his travels and time on the Cape and we end up having an amazing flight of hors d'oeuvre
 at a local French restaurant that we just so happen to stumble into.  It's like the cutest little bar and bistro in a basement and you would never think in a million years that this great place is in this one horse town. I wish I got the name of the spot!

He's a foodie, I'm a foodie, and we are having a great time talking about traveling.  As the night wore on, I realized that I still had quite a drive home, thanked him for a great evening and then bid him adieu.  Time, distance and my over all lack of the desire to date led to nearly a year gap until I heard from him again. He reached out to me on the online dating site and wondered if we could meet again because he was going to be moving further away. I knew that I was going to have to start this whole dating endeavor again, and why not start off with someone that I had had a good time with previously. 

We planned to meet this time closer to me because I would be getting done with work and he was in the mood for a good drive.  It was football Sunday and if the date totally tanked I would at least get to watch the game.  We decided to meet at Vanderbilt's since we could couch out, play pool or grab a bite to eat and have plenty of TVs for me to watch the game. 

I arrived at the bar and some of my friends from Morristown were standing standing around watching the game. Other than these guys I hadn't seen in ages, there was really no one in the place. I saw Knight Dempsey sitting at the other end of the bar and waved hello.  I sat down, made myself comfortable at the bar and started scoping out the beer selection.

I realized when I sat down that not only was I wearing a scarf, but my date was wearing a similar scarf as well. His was wrapped much more nicely than mine.  I marveled at it and I commented on the fact that I liked that he had gotten the scarf memo.  I frequently am in awe of how well put together the men I go out with are. I am not. I dressed myself based upon the mannequin in the shop, the stripper on the website or the fact that the clothes may have showed up as hand me downs in the same bag. Call me gauche. I never have, unlike the men I have dated, waited an entire 45 minutes for a different belt to arrive or worried that my pink on pink ensemble was too much.  I digress.

So Knight Dempsey is just as lovely as I remember. He has a warm and inviting way about him sort of like my friends grandmother. We swap hostel websites, talk about our travels and where we are headed to next. I ask about his job and he's excited about the promotion. He's a great guy and a super easy person to talk to. He wants to help me land a new client of his that he thinks I would work well with and over all it's like catching up with an old friend. But that's just it. I feel like I'm catching up with an old friend. There's no chemistry and well, honestly, Patrick Dempsey is a good looking guy, but this is just not my cup of tea.  It's a great feel good night. It's nearing 11pm and I realize I still have tons of day work to do.  I finish my half cider/half Oktoberfest beer, thanked him for coming, and quietly walk to my car. I knew I was never going to go out with him again. Despite his winning personality, and trendy scarf, I just wasn't feeling it and now it was time to start scheduling these other 29 dates.