Monday, July 25, 2011

My Date with a Quadra-Convict, aka Woman on the Verge of Paradise Meets Celibacy Reason #121



 Sign reads: "May you find Paradise to be all its name implies."


Thanks for joining me on the verge of Paradise, as this chapter of my life unfolds. If you're new to Life by Chocolate, or just madly trying to catch up with your blog reading (Can we ever truly catch up?), this non-fictional story begins here. While I strive for accuracy regarding place and time, I alter names to protect the guilty.
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Pangs of the blues strike at times, but those are mere remnants of a long-time foe and unrelated to the fact that I uprooted my life nearly five months ago. Strangely enough, it’s been a smooth adjustment thus far. I must’ve been more ready than I realized for this small town thing.

Of course, I never reckoned I’d meet men ‘round here. I was wrong. Take Joey, for example. We had a date this past Saturday night. There we sat at a small glass table in the romantic outdoor patio of Top This, a Chico hot-spot.

Sipping a raspberry iced tea, I joyously inhaled Joey’s aesthetically pleasing appearance: his deep blue eyes, chocolate brown hair with a messy-sexy curl that was perfectly gelled into place, and a smile that beamed with passion and kindheartedness.  As I noticed his well trimmed and classy goatee, I relished in the fact that, at 5’7”, he’s the ideal height for me. 

Enjoying another bite of a juicy turkey burger, I realized Joey was talking and still talking and then talking some more.  Better yet, he accomplished this banter via small town drawl—with over-emphasis on the vowel and a lackadaisical attitude towards the consonant, punctuation, or rules of two-way discourse.

“Oww I tell ya my shoulda still hurts from surgery.  See.” He lifted his upper left sleeve to reveal a monstrously repulsive purple scar.

“It’s not pretty,” I nodded in confirmation.

“The meds ain’t workin too well. It sucks. I du-know what ta do. I’ve a Thrash Woody Woodpecker tattoo here.” He pointed at his chest. “And I’m gonna get Captain America here.” He moved his pointer-finger to his right shoulder.  “My ex wife is a real mean spirit. I du-know why. I just try to see my son as much as I can. Gonna have his name tattoed on my back…I’m talking too much.” He smirked. “Tell me a joke.”

“Huh? Oh, I’m not a one-liner kind of gal. I just like to write about stupid people.  Sometimes I make fun of myself. My favorite comedians are David Letterman, though I wish he wasn’t a womanizer, and Ellen DeGeneres, who was funny before American I—“

I stopped. His eyes had been shifting for quite some time. Joey honed in on an ambulance that pulled up into the parking lot, just yards from our table.

“I can’t decide whether to be a paramedic or a paralegal.” He spewed.

“How about a paranormal?”  I suggested.

“I mean,” Joey continued, “I’d get ta drive the ambulance an stuff. But I wanna be on the right side of the law for a change. I’ve got four DUIs.”

“FOUR?” My eyes widened and I practically choked on my burger.

“Yeah. But I’m good now. Haven’t had a drink in years.” He sipped his iced-tea and continued droning.

I glanced at his smooth skin. Hmm, okay, one DUI, I could forgive.

I admired his perfectly masculine eyebrows. Okay, maybe two. I mean, if nobody was hurt and he provided proof of having actually turned his life around.

His cheekbones did well to accentuate his handsome face. I'll let the third one slide. 

Hold on, what the hell am I thinking? My dear friend Barb's baby was killed by a drunk driver. I can’t imagine the lives devastated. I’m sure he can’t either. That’s it, time to rule him out with the politics card!

“So, Joey, are you a Republican or Democrat?”

“I’m a workin man, a Democrat. I’ve been a union worker, led a walk-out on a job, fought with my bosses about unsafe conditions. The union guys wanted me to be chapter president.”

I shifted in my seat to look more directly into his baby blues.

Get ahold of yourself!  I told me, as he graciously paid the bill.

We strolled along Broadway and he gravitated towards a store displaying humongous bongs in the window.

“Is that a planter?” I asked.

“No it’s for weed!” He proudly informed.

“I know. I was just joking.” (Sort of).

Though it felt like midnight of the following week, it was only 9:12pm that night when we reached my car.

He attempted to extend our date: “What do you want to do now? Go to Lovers’ Lane to make-out?”

I think Joey was kidding, but the attraction blew over with the bong fiasco. “I don’t want you to put your shoulder out,” I told him. “Thanks for a nice evening. I’m going to be heading home.”

He kissed me on the top of my head and suggested we get together again sometime.

I sped off quickly, so as to be far, far away before he got behind the wheel. Smiling all the way home, I thought “He’s so darn cute. Damnit!” 

I have a couple other prospects nowadays, not as attractive but not likely quadra-convicts. Well, a gal can dream. Right?

21 comments:

  1. This was hilarious Robyn. Joey appears to be all icing and no cake!

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  2. So sad when they're so cute and just...so not there!!

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  3. Very funny! I knew it was over when he started mapping out his cartoon tattoos! Julie

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  4. Loved this post.

    ...maybe you should try a different site besides POF. I was on that site a year ago, and there wasn't a huge selection...maybe E-Harmony won't have as many felons?

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  5. Very funny Robyn.. and very well written.. felt like i was right there...

    Well, given some of the others youve dated, gotta say, this guy didnt sound too bad.. apart from the driving thing...
    ..on the plus side, he's given up the drink... he's a Democrat... and he's got a sense of humour.. not worth a second shot? you never know...

    ;)

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  6. very funny post, robyn, i realy enjoyed it! brilliant post title, too.
    i agree with marnie...but, i'm just thinking...what about a second shot?

    hugs.
    betty

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  7. You write these really well. I almost feel guilty though finding humor in your quest to find Mr. Wonderful. I saw an ad the other day for a Jewish Singles Dating Site. Made me think of you. :)

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  8. Purple scar? Meds? He sounds para-crazy!!!!

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  9. Smiles. Thanks for reading and commenting!

    Marnie, thanks. If he didn't talk at all it would've been great.

    BabySis, so true.

    EmptyNest/Julie, scarier yet, I found out the meaning of a Woody Woodpecker tatoo. It's a sign of bigotry. Lovely.

    Shan, thsnks! You're probably right about EHarmony. From what I've heard about it, it's not for me.

    Anthony, thanks much. He is pretty good relatively speaking but celibacy remains my choice.

    Betty, thanks. Nah, besides the criminal record, he was boring and whiny. I'd rather be single.

    Beth, no guilt, please. I write these for your enjoyment. The venting helps me too. =)

    CB, good one. Thanks.

    xoRobyn

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  10. On my list (see facebook notes for some of it) it has that a potential suitor cannot have had any arrests for anything serious, nor anything after age 25 such as a dwi. If a guy had two before age 25 I still would probably run. Four? Yikes.
    glad you overcame the blue eyes and got to your senses!

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  11. I was so there with you... I love the way you write! I pictured him...heh..maybe because I've been on a date or two with a Joey. *sigh*

    Looking forward to the next night one. Very glad you made it home safely!

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  12. I don't know about that plentyoffishcom site.
    They may offer plenty of fodders, but, unless you want to be a mudder, you have to be careful.
    Oooh, sorry, still in vacation mode.

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  13. Hmm, comparing to your other dates this one is almost paranormal (love your suggestion there) Now a little weed doesn't do much harm, does it?

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  14. OH Em GEEEEE, how I 've missed you!
    I love love love your stories.
    So sorry he was so cute, ah ha ha!
    Damn Blogger what her deal?
    It did't have this post updated on my blog!
    Thanks you for all the Blog Birthday Sugar , your so good to me!
    Lots of love
    gi gi

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  15. Uggggh the hot ones are always crazy!! Or at least that's how it seems when out in the dating field. Haha.

    (I'm sorry but this story was kind of hilarious.) ;)

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  16. Miley, isn't it pathetic that we have to add specs about the criminal record to our screening reqs?!

    Thanks, Daffy! I'm glad and sorry you could related.

    Al, you're always in vacation mode and that's what I love about you. Thanks.

    Sarah, a little weed, no. I guess not. But 4 DUIs?! He should've been staying home smoking pot.

    Gigi, hon, sorry. Blogger keeps being an irritant to me and my readers.
    You deserve all the sugar and then some. Thanks.

    Jennifer, so true. No apologies. I'm thrilled my miserable dates evoke so much laughter. It makes me feel kind of altruistic, like I keep taking bullets for my readers. And so I shall persist.

    xoRobyn

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  17. Despite your description of what he looked like, thanks to the drawl, I couldn't help but picture Matthew McConaughey. haha

    I also want a raspberry iced tea now.

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  18. Hilarious...lady, these guys seem to pop up around u because they wanna be immortalised in the blogland.
    pity good looks come with a hefty price tag...this one with court appearances in the possible future too.

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  19. TS, for Matthew McConaughey, I would forgive 4 (or 5 or maybe 45) DUIs. Glad you had that image. I did too, with a lot of squinting.

    Rek, you always make me laugh. Yeah, there's a hefty price tag for lookers, it seems. Guess I've gotta look for the non-lookers.

    xoRobyn

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  20. I became concerned at the turkey burger. I guess you didn't get salmonella poisoning though so I guess it was okay.


    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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