True Confession Tuesday IV: The Sheep

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In which our heroine learns about fetishes and complications. . . .

So in between avoiding phone calls from Kenny the milk man and 21 year old, I began checking out the men of Match.com. It didn't take me long to learn to weed out the married guys and the guys merely looking for sex partners (often, but not always the same thing).  I next spent time exhanging emails with several guys. I learned that it usually took about 4 exchanges for the crazy to come out. For example, one nice accountant turned out to be really, really into sheep. He wanted to know if I would consider dressing up as one.  That was our last exchange. By January, I was corresponding with Martin and Foster (those are very thinly veiled pseudonyms). Neither was married, both wanted to get to know me and neither one had ever mentioned sheep. I was psyched.

Foster was working in California at the time, even though he lived in KC. But I was perfectly content to have a flirtatious email friendship with him, he was funny and smart and I thought he had POTENTIAL.

Martin and I met for drinks. He was funny, smart and very sweet but I didn't feel very attracted to him. He was somewhat nerdy, and even though I am a total nerd I didn't know if I could date one. Also, I had recently met Tony, who was HOT (and not that bright or funny or nice but did I mention HOT?). My friend Mimi urged me to give Martin a chance, so I went on another date with him. We had a really good time. I was torn.

Not that I was getting an offers of exclusivity, but the whole situation felt weird to me. It was one thing to play the field, but when someone mentioned my "herd" of men, I freaked out a little. I even told Foster all about it, but he was kind of cagey. Though he did mention that he was seeing someone at the California office. I shrugged that off, I had enough problems with guys who were local.

One night I was out drinking with my girlfriends. Tony was supposed to join us, but he hadn't show up yet. Then Martin called me. He had been out with his friends. Could he join us? I just turned the damn phone off when 21 year old's number flashed on the screen.