Mama Said Knock You Out... But First, Let's Diversity Your Portfolio

Intrigued, you are. (Yoda, anyone?)

I had lunch with Bachelor #17 the other day. He is a 40-year-old investment banker who lives and works downtown. We hadn't spoken on the phone beforehand but had e-mailed each other enough. He didn't get weird or inappropriate once. He also didn't suggest meeting at a Mexican restaurant. So, all good signs.

We met and our conversation went well; no awkward lapses. He's had some interesting things happen to him in his life. The one tid bit that I found most interesting was that he was a pro boxer a few years ago. I'd be willing to bet that there aren't too many CPA pro boxers out there. I wonder if he had some cool name like "Number Crusher" or "I'm Going To Make Your Pocket Protector Mah Bitch". Well, that last one's kind of wordy. Dang it, I should have asked him that. Anyway, I thought it was kind of cool that he became pro just a few years ago. So he was 38 and fighting 20-somethings. That takes a set of abacus beads to get out there and try something like that.

Artists' (my) rendering of what I think a CPA boxer would, or should, look like

Anyway, the turkey wrap and conversation were both good. He wasn't really what I go for in the looks department which isn't a deal breaker. I've dated people before where I wasn't necessarily attracted to them. However, their personality was intriguing enough to me where I developed an attraction over time. And while this guy was super nice I don't know if he fits into that category. He wants to go out again. I may give it a second round but we'll see.

I was supposed to go to this with possible Bachelor #18 last weekend:

World of Wheels 

Jealousss? Oh, you're not?

So, this guy & I had been e-mailing and talking for about 2 weeks. He started out seemingly normal. He was very nice... a little on the boring side though. He didn't really make me chuckle much, or at all, but nice enough.

Anyway, about a week before our date was supposed to happen I started to see some red-ish flags. He told me he'd gone to the hospital twice in two days with panic attacks and anxiety and how upset he was that they wouldn't give him his meds because he drove himself. Then he was telling me that he went to visit his family out of town and pretty much spent the entire weekend sleeping on their couch. Around that time he sent me some fairly needy & insecure texts that made those red-ish flags a little more vibrant. So, obvs this guy has some issues. Which, we all do. I'm really not judging him for what he seems to be going through. But I don't think I'm willing to pursue something with a stranger who already seems to need so much affirmation and attention. And rides to the hospital so he can be medicated. Needless to say, I nipped this one in the bud and decided not to go out with him. Damn it to hell. I really wanted to get my picture taken with Billy the Exterminator at the World of Wheels. I suppose I'll just have to hang out in the lobby of Batzner Pest Management and see if Jerry will let me snap a picture of the two of us.

Billy the Exterminator... you're out. Jerry Batzner... you're in.


I've got a few conversations going on with some other people. Nothing terribly interesting though. (Not to imply that anything up to this point has been interesting anyway.) I still have to go through some of the names of people my friends picked. I should do that soon. I don't have much on the horizon now and I could really go for a chimichanga...