I have had this crush on a guy that lives in Toronto, Canada for about two years. We only talk online but I decided a few days ago that it was time to meet him in person. Thesis because he was always talking about coming down here to meet me but he never made it. I have had such bad luck dating recently that I thought I would take matters into my own hands.
So I booked myself a cheap flight and hotel stay to Toronto (which is easy if you live in Florida – there are so many Canadians down here it is practically another province.)
I knew he couldn’t pick me up from the airport but that was okay because cab fare to the Royal York Hotel was included anyway. However I did feel a little wary when he insisted that I just come over to his apartment right away. I do like the guy but I really haven’t met him in person so we compromised and I agreed to meet him at a nearby restaurant.
When I met him I wasn’t disappointed. He was very much the same person that I had been talking to on the phone and on Yahoo. He wasn’t quite as handsome as his picture but he did warn me he was a little uglier in real life!
The next day I waited almost all day for him to call even though he said he would call first thing in the morning. This was very frustrating as I could have gotten out to see the sights such as the CN Tower. Instead I waited all day by the hotel telephone. When he did finally call I was also very disappointed because he insisted that we meet in a park that was near his place. I was hoping that at the very least we could meet in a restaurant and was dismayed to hear that he was too broke to go out.
It took me about an hour by subway to get to this park and when we met he insisted we walk around about an hour and then go back this place. Once back at his place he tried to jump my bones immediately but of course, being a reasonably good girl, I didn’t think that was appropriate. He tried not to show his disappointment when I told him it was too soon to have sex. As I was starving I told him I would pay for Chinese food if he would go out and get it. He then came back and we watched old sitcom reruns on television for four hours before he yawned and walked me to the bus stop.
It took me about two hours to get back to the hotel and he did not see me to the airport. Our fond farewell was by phone. I haven’t heard from him since in fact even though I had been talking to him for two years! I guess he just wanted too much too soon.