History Guy (formerly History Kid)

Ahhh, so excited to tell this one. So history guy and I met through the magic of OkCupid, it's like Grindr except it's less focused on hook ups and more focused on matching people based on answers to various questions. I came across his profile after broadening my search criteria. There it was. "HistoryGuy", with the default generic blue figure for those who didn't upload a profile picture. I was curious, so I clicked.

University student studying history, loves kids and wants to have them in the future, enjoys listening and cooking, and looking for a long-term relationship. Check, check and check. If only I could post his actual profile. It reads oh so well. I was sold. I sent him a simple message, "I read your profile and think you sound like a great guy. We should chat sometime." Soon after we started leaving each other messages through the OkCupid mailing system. The conversation flowed wonderfully smooth. We went from our shared liking of "Where the Red Fern Grows" to our love of animals to our actually having animals to our fields of study. It soon came to the point where we wanted an upgrade. HistoryGuy writes, "We should via MSN or Skype sometime, hell, maybe even meet in person. :)" I sent him my information and we were chatting on Live Messenger by the weekend.

I have to admit that he is probably one of the best conversational partners I have ever had. It was a blissful weekend of chatting about movies, music, food, hopes, dreams. I was giddy with excitement and taken by his writing. After many hours and even more smiling emoticons, meeting in person seemed to be inevitable. HistoryGuy writes, "Hmmmm... how would you feel about meeting in person." I was definitely up for it. After going through our schedules, it seemed like the next day seemed like the best option. Literally, about 13 hours after we had finished chatting. I was nervous.

What would he be like in person? What would he look like? What would he think of me? Was my profile picture too flattering? From his profile, all I knew was that he was about half a foot taller than I was. In my mind I imagined that I would only come up to about the level of his crotch and that he would occasionally tousle my hair with his massive shadowy hand, amused by my child like stature. I slept, eagerly awaiting the new day. I took a half day that day (which was actually yesterday Halloween), so we met for lunch at the local university eatery.

I walked in. No one matching the description was inside. All I saw was one person, who was no the right ethnicity and another who was clearly not the right age. Perhaps, I read the sign wrong, I thought. I went back outside to double-check and there he was, HistoryGuy in all his glory. Hahaha, I've always wanted to say that. I have to admit that he actually has the look and feel of a history teacher, which was interesting. We said our hellos and made our way in.

The restaurant was cozy, full of bright colours and wonderful aromas. We started off by chatting. I have to admit that it was a bit rough at first. It was like we needed to constantly talk and move onto new topics but it was a lot better when we decided to select some items from the menu. He got the soup and sandwich and I got the chili. The food was delicious. Although, I kind of expected that it would be, given that he was a bit of a foodie.

The pacing of the conversation became a bit better with only short moments of awkward silence, which I usually filled in with drinking water. He did say that he preferred having a conversation with me in person as opposed to online. It was nice. He was nice. I was getting a vibe from him. Perhaps, it was an "I like you vibe". There was so much to like about him. He collects antique books, he wants to see Wicked, he has an appreciation for psychology.

We soon finished our lunch and pondered what to do next. I suggested a walk and he happily obliged. We actually went and saw some parts of campus I had never seen before. It was a wonderful walk with wonderful conversation. Honestly, he's really quirky and adorable. I kind of wanted to jump on his back and ask for a piggyback or kiss him on the cheek to see how he would respond, but it's a bit too soon for that, so I refrained.

Time soon caught up with us and we needed to go our separate ways. The goodbye was awkward. We hugged and said we'd meet again. He said my name and I said his in our goodbye. I texted bestie the good news soon afterwards. He was excited for me.

Now the caveat of this wonderful day was that there were only passing moments of attraction, but maybe that was because we were meeting for the first time and because it wasn't technically a date. The odd thing is, I want it to become more. I think he could be the ideal partner for me. He's kind, warm, cute, intelligent and family oriented. I keep imagining what it would be like if everything worked out. With our children running around, us reading them bedtime stories, going to parent teacher conferences, the works. Oh and also the amazing intimacy we would share inside and outside of the bedroom. Cuddled up in a blanket together watching a movie, my head resting on his shoulder or his head resting on mine. Slow dancing together at the LGBT prom. Me laying on his bare belly on a Saturday morning as we talk just about anything. He relays a funny anecdote and we share a laugh. One could easily say that I'm projecting all of my wants and needs onto HistoryGuy and I would probably agree with you on some level.

But I like him all the same. I hope things turn out well with this one. I will try to take things as slow as possible. Slow and steady wins the race, in this case, I suppose it will be the guy, the history guy.

Lots of love,
SG