Too bald, or not too bald...That is the question...
This past week I had 2 different dates with men who were bald. What a difference an attitude makes!
Tuesday night I met up with Ed. I thought he was funny in his e-mails and on the phone, and his pics were sort of cute. (BTW--I OBVIOUSLY do the online dating thing...I wouldn't have had 3 dates in a single week on my own!) When I met Ed, whom I knew to be bald from his pics, I was struck by what gorgeous blue eyes he had, and great features. He was funny, confident and a little on the sexy side. The only time he mentioned his follicle-challenge was when he showed me a picture of his beautiful daughter who had the same striking blue eyes and tons of curly blonde hair. I mentioned that she had his eyes, and he said that, believe it or not, she has his hair, too, and chuckled that hopefully she will keep hers.
Saturday I had a date with another bald man, but I didn't know this until we met. I had a strange feeling, because while discussing our age, we both said that we don't feel or act out age. I said I was lucky, too, because I don't think I look my age--in fact, I sometimes still get carded (although a lot less than I used to!). He said to me, "Well, I didn't say I don't look my age, I just don't feel it or act it.
A flag went up, but I assumed he was just being silly--because he too, was funny. In his pics, he looked a little bit like Steve Gutenberg, but with the hairline Bruce Willis had in the days of Moonlighting--you know, thinning but definitely still had hair.
When I walked into the bar, I saw a man that looked vaguely familiar--but older, with a goatee, (a graying goatee), and almost completely bald. No matter--I am not a superficial girl (sometimes) and this guy and I had a lot in common. In fact, we hung out in this pub in a quiet corner talking for over 5 hours. We never ran out of things to talk about. Unfortunately, a few times the topic turned to hair. He would get a transplant if money were no object. He feels unattractive and self-conscious about the hair. The more he talked about it, the less attractive I found him.
I mean, if he calls, I would go out with him again--because I have a second date rule--if he was nice and I wasn't uncomfortable, I will give it a second, maybe even third try. Sometimes it takes that long for me to feel an attraction. If he doesn't call, well, no biggie, because I have Harley Boy, whom I refer to as "B to the power of Three" or "B cubed" for reasons I would rather not give away just yet.
Ed, I would like to hear from again, although he had his daughter over the weekend and will be in Vegas this week for business and pleasure, so it may be awhile before I do.
Again, if he doesn't call, it isn't the end of the world. In fact, I would say it is his loss...after all, I have a quick wit, and great sense of humor and lovely red hair!
Tuesday night I met up with Ed. I thought he was funny in his e-mails and on the phone, and his pics were sort of cute. (BTW--I OBVIOUSLY do the online dating thing...I wouldn't have had 3 dates in a single week on my own!) When I met Ed, whom I knew to be bald from his pics, I was struck by what gorgeous blue eyes he had, and great features. He was funny, confident and a little on the sexy side. The only time he mentioned his follicle-challenge was when he showed me a picture of his beautiful daughter who had the same striking blue eyes and tons of curly blonde hair. I mentioned that she had his eyes, and he said that, believe it or not, she has his hair, too, and chuckled that hopefully she will keep hers.
Saturday I had a date with another bald man, but I didn't know this until we met. I had a strange feeling, because while discussing our age, we both said that we don't feel or act out age. I said I was lucky, too, because I don't think I look my age--in fact, I sometimes still get carded (although a lot less than I used to!). He said to me, "Well, I didn't say I don't look my age, I just don't feel it or act it.
A flag went up, but I assumed he was just being silly--because he too, was funny. In his pics, he looked a little bit like Steve Gutenberg, but with the hairline Bruce Willis had in the days of Moonlighting--you know, thinning but definitely still had hair.
When I walked into the bar, I saw a man that looked vaguely familiar--but older, with a goatee, (a graying goatee), and almost completely bald. No matter--I am not a superficial girl (sometimes) and this guy and I had a lot in common. In fact, we hung out in this pub in a quiet corner talking for over 5 hours. We never ran out of things to talk about. Unfortunately, a few times the topic turned to hair. He would get a transplant if money were no object. He feels unattractive and self-conscious about the hair. The more he talked about it, the less attractive I found him.
I mean, if he calls, I would go out with him again--because I have a second date rule--if he was nice and I wasn't uncomfortable, I will give it a second, maybe even third try. Sometimes it takes that long for me to feel an attraction. If he doesn't call, well, no biggie, because I have Harley Boy, whom I refer to as "B to the power of Three" or "B cubed" for reasons I would rather not give away just yet.
Ed, I would like to hear from again, although he had his daughter over the weekend and will be in Vegas this week for business and pleasure, so it may be awhile before I do.
Again, if he doesn't call, it isn't the end of the world. In fact, I would say it is his loss...after all, I have a quick wit, and great sense of humor and lovely red hair!
posted by Beth at
4:25 AM
3 Comments:
And, don't forget the bright teeth!
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Anonymous, at 5:38 PM
hehehe...I found I prefer Oral B/Rembrant strips to Crest Whitestrips. LOVE 'EM!
It really is a sickness of mine!
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Beth, at 5:46 PM
Oh, yeah--and baldy I am not particularly interested in e-mailed yesterday and said he felt no chemistry, but loved talking to me and would like to be friends.
He then tried to place the blame on me because I never gave him my # (I wrongly made an assumption that when I called him he would have had my # show up on his cell, but whatever) and that I never even gave him my last name.
Ummmm...yeah--we met online--ya gotta prove you aren't a cyber-sex-stalker first, dude! (I don't even think B-to-the-power-of-3 knows my last name yet...but I have no problem telling him!)
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Beth, at 6:16 PM
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