All by myself ...

When you choose to meet off-line, always tell a friend where you are going and when you will return. Leave your date’s name and telephone number with your friend. Never arrange for your date to pick you up at home. Provide your own transportation, meet in a public place at a time with many people around (a familiar restaurant or coffee shop is often a good choice)

-Match.com Safety Tip #8 Meet in a Safe Place

Today, I called wildernessnurse's bluff and she was a no show. To be honest, even as I left downtown to head to the Plateau, I doubted she would appear. I mean, things were a little weird in that last chat. She flashed me. Was this a real woman who had been in a sexy photo shoot or a man with keen flat bed scanning capabilities? Or, was it one of my brothers teaching me a lesson about Internet dating? The last option being the scariest!

After half an hour of reading and earning a decent caffeine buzz, I realised that wildernessnurse had blown me off in the non enjoyable way. Well, nothing like being stood up to clearly indicate that someone is just not that into you! I did have a lovely time reading my novel, though. It has been a while since I was in Chez Jose. I had forgotten how lovely and relaxed it is there. In fact, I had forgotten how much I enjoy sipping cafe lattes on Duluth. Also, Chez Jose seems to attract the kind of sexy clientèle I appreciate. Women in scarves, heavy sweaters, short skirts, tights and heavy boots. Yummy.

Internet dating has still to win me over but rediscovering tasty, bent lady hot spots has to be worth a few stars.

Rachel ***

Yowzers

These last couple of days have involved mildly distracting msn chats with the wildernessnurse. I am to meet her this Sunday afternoon at three but she wants to call me tomorrow afternoon at four. I gave her my cell number (it is unlisted and I can block her) and she msn flashed me with a photo of her kneeling on the bed naked. I just caught it! Mon dieu. French women are WOW! I no longer care if they write in all caps.

But ... I made sure to meet her in a very public cafe. I am too cautious to let certain comments from our little chats slide. First of all, if she is a nurse who lives an hour out of town, why did she list her location as Montreal? How come the photos she has shown me, agreeably in an increasing state of undress, all occur in the same clothes, same lighting, same bedroom? Could these be scanned in images from a porn mag? Could wildernessnurse be a man trying to lure me into sending him naked photos and engaging in hot lesbian online sex? Will a wildernessnurse appear on Sunday or will I have a lovely afternoon reading my book uninterrupted? I'll let you know.

Rachel ****(?)

More Fishies

When I logged into my email today I found a message from plentyoffish(PoF) informing me that I had a message in my PoF mailbox and it wasn't from wildernessnurse! This is even more exciting than being picked as a favorite. Someone had actually seen my profile and had taken the time to send me a note. Right on!

Imagine my disappointment when I realised said note was a misspelled run on sentence without punctuation and, in some bits, without spaces between words :-( Oh, grammar police where fore art thou? Before deleting the message from on and on and on, I decided to check out her profile. "Holy Hotness, Batman!" Wow, really cute pics of her with her clothing on and in a variety of locations. No sign of her profile attempting to lure me into a threesome. Low on "issue" red flags. A stated interest in reading ... was her poorly written note to me, and run on ridden profile, a nod to James Joyce? Convincing myself of the latter, I replied to her message.

Rachel (** and curious)

Minor success

On Sunday, I received a message via plentyoffish indicating that I had become some one's "favorite". As in, they had tagged my profile for easier checkups and, well, to let me know that I was one of their favorites. Always curious about who is into me, even if only vaguely so, I checked out wildernessnurse's profile. Curvy, little extra in the middle, a more then casually expressed level of sexual adventure... Looked good to me :)

I decided to test out my Internet pride and send her a message. Imagine my pleasant surprise to receive a reply from her inquiring after my Windows Live Id when I logged in tonight. I created one immediately and sent it to her. Guess I better install instant messenger everywhere!

Rachel ***