Busted!

Rule #1 for on-line dating. DO NOT entertain any men who don't post photos of themselves. "Mr. I'm kind of a big deal in Anchorage"/"Mr. smokin hot" is, NOT. NOT either one of those things. His new name is, Mr. Russian Mullet. Russian Mullet? What's that? Well my friends take a look....
http://www.robertamsterdam.com/assets_c/2009/12/chivarchin120709-thumb-200x243.jpg
Only, add a little more "business up front" and imagine if you can.

I would like to stay positive on this as, I wasn't really disappointed. I'm a big girl, I didn't get my hopes up too high about this meeting. I've been disappointed once or twice before in my life and have learned to keep my expectations low, that way, you don't get disappointed. Who's with me on this?
Anyway, I wasn't disappointed in the fact that I didn't find my true love, I was mildly disappointed that he wasn't attractive. Mr. Russian Mullet is a really good conversationalist, he is especially good when trying to divert any personal questions, (which did make me question if he was actually "important" or maybe even a spy). I was impressed at his ability to divert and actually completely turn the conversation around on me! I was also terribly annoyed at this ability, as well as, his ability to take any word and turn it into a long thought that typically ended in a question but, not before he made some cheesy reference. This is getting boring, just like my conversation with Mr. Russian Mullet.

I want to give a shout out to my friend and confidant Marlene. Marlene did an excellent job of helping me out of the situation with her suave ways that I have yet to learn. Up to now, I have just used the crude, harsh, cut the conversation short/look away method. (Don't fix what isn't broke?) Once I was relieved of my duties of entertaining diverted questions and circular conversation my attention became fully focused on getting on the dance floor, as well as, to a certain other fellow.
We had been out for a night of salsa dancing at, Platinum Jacks (different from Diamond Jacks) when I made plans to meet, Mr. Defenestrataion,( as he has previously been known as) so as to not be alone on my first encounter, I invited him to the festivities. This goes without saying but, that won't be happening again. Cut off.

Tomorrow I embark on a new adventure. A Spanish dancing, 21 year old.