Beans and Brew

In continuing to "find love at 40," I met someone a week ago Sunday at a Beans and Brew.  Although my mentor Patti Stanger would be against this, Ive found that outside of a few rare tigers, the majority of men these days want to conduct "interviews," and coffee is about as much as they want to spend at a blind meeting.  So I pulled on my cutest jeans and a darling sweater (thanks to the recent weather change) and enjoyed the drive in the rain to the coffee shop.   I was warned about his vehicle (an older model van that he was left with after a divorce), so I knew exactly who my date was, when I pulled up next to his faded mystery machine.  Big smiles, hugs and introductions.  Always starts the same, and for the most part, ends the same way.....big smiles, hugs and thanks you's. 

I got a carmel mocchiato and although incredibly delicious, I knew that it would keep me up all night. Small talk, usual questions and then I get "So, what do you think of me so far?"  Omg, what do I say to that?  I admit that I am not the best at giving first impressions, so I definitely don't want to misjudge and say something I regret but I honestly didn't feel an attraction.  Poor guy, he did nothing wrong, said  nothing wrong, he just wasn't my "type" or typical of anyone that I usually date.  In the back of my mind I kept hearing something that I preach to other women and that is "open yourself up to other types of men, date outside of your comfort zone as your 'type' obviously isn't working."  So I tell the guy with a big smile that I think he is great, but that he does remind me of a dad (I couldn't resist, there was a Richard Karn or James Gandolfini vibe that I got from him).  "Well do you want to see me again?"  Omg, I'm digging a hole that I can't get out.  I absolutely hate hurting any one's feelings, especially since I am usually the one sitting across from someone that I am truly into.  "Of course!"  So, there you go...I have already scheduled the "second" date, for better or worse.