My friends and family often tell me about "success stories" of people they know who have met online. I was initially very hesitant and refused to consider creating a profile. However, after years of hearing these success stories, I decided to embrace my reality and give it a shot. Giovanni is one of the men I have met through one of the many online dating sites I have now tried.
It was a Sunday night and a terrible storm had decided to engulf the area with wind and rain. A chai tea latte sounded good, so we met me at a Starbucks between his house and mine. (Sometimes I don't know why I agree to meet these guys, but I just think you can tell so much more about someone in person.) I walk in and think I might see him because it's the only guy who is alone, but he looks like he could potentially be my father... or at least my uncle. He saw me and instantly recognized me because I had posted current pictures. He said hello with a strong (Russian, Italian, German?) accent and kissed my hand. He actually said, "Hello, Bella." (Imagine the accent... it's way better that way.)
He seemed very impressed, and actually probably said that a few times, but I already knew I wanted to leave. I don't like to be rude, though, so decided to stay and at least give him a chance beyond my first impression... My gut isn't always right. He then proceeded to talk (a LOT) and almost interview me on various political and religious beliefs, but he didn't really want to hear what I had to say. He just wanted to make sure that I basically agreed with him and would then go off explaining his opinions... for looonnggg periods of time. Throughout the conversation he was telling me about how perfect of a match we were and that we agree on everything and that we believe the same things, etc. It was as if he had decided I would make a good wife and he was making sure I knew it.
At one point, he stood up, walked over to the barista at the counter and started asking for something, but he couldn't understand what Giovanni was trying to say (due to the strong accent). Eventually, he got his point across and got a black sticker that they put on the food items. He came back over to me grabbed my hand and told me that he "claimed" me to be his wife and that I would love it in Transylvania... his home country... when we went back to visit his family.
At this point, you might be thinking, "Really?!? There's no way that actually happened." I assure you, though, that Giovanni was absolutely serious and continued with his plan of winning me over, despite the look of utter shock that overtook my face.
He wanted me to go with him so much so, that he thought it would be helpful to tell me over and over again how beautiful it is and how Transylvania is not like what people often imagine with vampires and such. At that point, he also proceeded to lean forward to kiss me! I turned my head so he got my cheek, but I was a little taken aback by that. Giovanni was unfazed. He even almost called his sister while we were on the date to introduce us...
I told him no thanks.
He walked me to my car, I got in, put my umbrella away, and when I turned to say goodbye & close my door, he leaned in to kiss me again! Again, I turned my head so he got my cheek. I was semi-shocked by his boldness to go for the kiss again on the same date after one rejection just 30 minutes earlier, but at the same time, he didn't seem too concerned with my reaction or response to anything... As long as he could find a way to get me back to his home country. He failed, but he gave me a good laugh as I recounted my evening to my friends.
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