I met Jamaican Tim on August 15th after nearly two months of online communication. I think after the crazy date with Jimmy, I was ready to meet someone older, and hopefully much more mature. I'm calling this one Jamaican Tim because he reminded me almost exactly of my best college guy-friend, Tim, except he was this adorable African-Chinese Jamaican guy who, unfortunately, didn't have an accent.
We met at my favorite coffee shop/wine bar so I sipped a glass of sangria while JT settled on black coffee. We had a great time with the classic getting-to-know you first date questions and I was amused by his little Tim-mannerisms...which included long thoughtful pauses in the conversations, and him verbally running through his entire thought process before responding to certain questions. It was charming. After the first date, JT invited me to his work Christmas party (a little premature?) and we made tentative plans for dinner the following weekend.
We talked once during the week--I was greeting card shopping, and the conversation went well until he strangely got weirded out to find out that I was at the grocery store. (Sir, its a little something called multi-tasking.) He rushed me off of the phone, and I declined to ask him out again until I had an art event to attend that I thought he would appreciate.
Date number two started out rocky--he hated said art event, and was super-anxious for a while. Literally pacing the floor at one point. Then, we went out for coffee and had another amazing night of conversation. Since the second date was five nights before my summer trip to England for the wedding, we left off with plans to reconnect when I got back to town in mid-Sept.
We talked a couple of times in late September, and then I just realized that he wasn't going to be the one for me and I let the whole thing fizzle. Lets face the brutal fact: I can't date someone who doesn't take initiative to ask me out...ever. Bye-bye Jamaican Timothy.
-L
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