When I first moved back to Tennessee, I had the fortune of meeting some cool friends who would invite me out from time to time. We had kids in the same school, but they were married and I was, well, not.
I would go out with these married ladies knowing it was doubtful I would meet someone, but as a single mom mostly doing freelance work out of my home, I wasn’t exactly in a lot of social circles to feed a thriving dating life.
Let’s go ahead and get it out there: “You aren’t going to meet anyone you want to spend your life with at a bar!”
This is a sentiment that well-meaning mothers (myself included) and practical people (me) are quick to offer, and while it is mostly true, it isn’t always true. I know a friend who was leaving a bar and met the love of her life. And I’ve met the guy. He’s awesome! They are very happily married to this day. Rare? Yes. But at the time, going out still seemed like a better choice than Internet dating, at least for me.
In my previous life, it would have been preferable to meet a nice man at church. But I guess after meeting my husband at a Christian university and things not working out with him, I couldn’t exactly claim relationship success just because Jesus was contextually involved. After all, I was attending a large church in Nashville, and I wasn’t meeting anyone there. My ex-husband met a nice girl at church, but that’s another story.
If nothing else, a night out with make-up and heels on for honky-tonkin’ and bar hoppin’ gave me a lot of indications on whom NOT to date.
There were two things I could count on when we went out: that the evening would be entertaining and that we would end up at Steak ‘n’ Shake. That was always the last stop on the party train.
Sometimes when I was out with my married friends, they would say things like, “Are you even open to meeting someone? You have to be open.” One of them would actually make this motion with her hands coming together at her chest and then separating them wide until her arms were on either side of her body. She would repeat the motion for emphasis. “Open.”
I didn’t know if I was open in the way they meant it or not. Open to what: kissing a stranger, a one-night stand? Oh yeah, that’s the way to start a quality relationship when you have a daughter at home. Sometimes I wondered if they were trying to live vicariously through me.
I remember one time we were out, a couple of guys became interested in our group. That night, three or four of us were hanging at a place more restaurant than bar. My friend started talking to one of the guys and kept talking to him for what seemed like a long time. When he left to grab a fresh drink, she rushed over to me.
“Kim, you need to meet this guy. He’s your age. He’s never been married, but he’s ready to settle down. He even wants kids. He’s ready for all of that.”
Wow. She was able to make quite the comprehensive evaluation in that bar conversation. Maybe I should give this guy a chance! This was back when I thought the idea of having another baby would be great. The original life plan had always included 2 to 4 kids.
So there I was, ready to meet a single, age-appropriate guy with less baggage than me who would get me back on track to fulfilling my dreams.
It’s clear when the guy comes back from the bar—let’s call him Rick (since I have no recollection of what his actual name is)—that he was expecting a conversation with me. Sadly, all my cynicism about chivalry and the loss of general dating decency was cemented within moments of Rick opening his mouth.
Surely this was not the same man my friend had been talking to. This man led with sexual questions so inappropriate that I almost felt sorry for him. Why? What changed? Is this what the token single girl in the group gets? Raunchy conversation starters versus true relating? Should I tell him right now I have a young daughter? Too soon?
I tried to see past the words. He didn’t look like what he was saying. He was handsome but not too good looking if you know what I mean. He had kind eyes. Maybe he’d been drinking too much. But I was much too sober for what he was saying and honestly so disgusted that I simply got up and left.
I hadn’t even pulled out of the parking lot before I got a text from my friend.
“What happened? Why did you leave?” Then she sends me Rick’s number. “Call him. He’s really nice.”
I headed home leaving Rick and my hope in dating behind, at least for the night.
“Maybe I’ll meet someone nice at Starbucks.” Oh…about that…(There is unfortunately a related post.)