Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
Dating apps are funny. I probably didn’t start out with a great profile. It’s hard when you have been married and then into another relationship. I didn’t have the pictures some of the other people had, those sense of adventures.. I just had to put up what I could find. Although one is Hailey’s favorite picture. I tried to accurately describe myself. I still feel it is about 80% visual though.
I am a very open person to all colors and types. I like tall or short women, dark skinned, light skinned, curvy, or fit. It didn’t matter. I look for a good energy and a good person. I just needed to be attracted. But what I discovered early on is that women of different cultures and racial backgrounds found me most intriguing. I would get matches on Asian, Latin American, and African American women frequently. And it would skew younger. Maybe the women my age don’t like the baby face boy next door look. I would have this blind spot with women my own age… huh.
Turns out South American women especially like me. Brazilian women call me “Handsome Matt. With the clear eyes.” (Blue but you get the idea). And I say women because that line came out of two of them almost verbatim. I can only ascertain that they have plenty of tall dark and handsome and the boy next door thing worked.
I was enjoying dating. I was learning about myself and meeting nice people. Although it wasn’t always stellar. Early on in this experience I had met a woman who I thought was going to be pretentious. We arranged to meet at the bar. And she came in and was not pretentious at all, more like manic. She was waving her arms and in 90 seconds spilled her Martini right in my lap. I was soaked. I told her not to worry I excused myself to the mens room and was in there 2 minutes into a date with my pants at my ankles trying to dry out as much as I could but I still had to pull my jeans back up and I was just a soggy mess.
I came back and she said “I didn’t mean to make you wet like that.” I laughed because it was funny. But it was hard to ignore the all over the place is what caused my discomfort as I squished around in my seat. I tried to save the day and for the most part we had a little fun. But I honestly could not wait to get home to get out of my soaked state.
So far so interesting I was trying to have a good time and not think of Hailey. But it caused me to still take on too many dates each week. Could I date my way through this pain…