Connect Four ... Not So Hot!

I was counting down the days.  I thought I was going to be so excited to be "free".  D day came.  I went to court, the judge said, "You are now divorced."  I felt a shock wave go through my body, and then I went numb.  I felt tears start to well up in my eyes, but I stopped before they fell.

And then, life went on.

I will not sit at home on the weekend and cry because I am not on a date. (At least that's what I keep telling myself.)  So I decided to go to a church dance for singles from the age of 31-45.  I invited another single lady to go with me, there is NO WAY that I would be able to do this alone.  Then I sent out an e-mail to one of the men that I met online that lives somewhat near me.

I had been emailing *Corey, for about 2 weeks or so.  He contacted me first and his first e-mail totally cracked me up.  It started out like this

Not sure why I am sending you a message yet. You are apparently loud, rambunctious, course mouthed and I wouldn't doubt you being a little unrestrained as well.

Wow... and he could tell all that from my profile.  But yeah... that's me.  So of course I responded to him.  After a few e-mails, I was really starting to be able to tell that he was a genuine nice guy.  Especially, after he called me "young lady", which almost put me off.... almost.

He had mentioned that he hated dancing and going to church dances... I knew this was a shot in the dark, but I asked if he would meet me there anyway.
I was so excited when he said he would go.  He even asked if he could take me out to dinner first.  I explained that I was going with another woman, but I looked forward to meeting him there.

Then I found out that the woman who was going to carpool with me, well, she is 54.  Let me just say... from her pictures, she looks smoking hot!  I hope to look that good when I'm 54.  (I will definitely need that boob job!) 

I started to panic.  I had already made up my mind that I was going to go, there was no changing it now. I was just going to have to do this alone. 

When Saturday came, I turned into a nervous wreck.  I changed my outfit 5 times. Every time I did, I took a picture and sent it to my girlfriend, who would then tell me yes or no.  I swear, it took me over 4 hours to get ready.  I was scared to eat, I didn't want stinky breath, and I was scared not to eat, cause I didn't want stinky breath. 
Finally, I was dressed and ready to go.  I dropped my kiddos off at my friend's house, I looked at her and said "I'm gonna puke."  Of course, she laughed at me, gave me a pep talk and sent me on my way.  My heart raced the whole time I was driving.  It was about a 40 minute drive, but oh hell, it felt like 10 hours.

I had told Corey that I would be there just after 9:00, and I would have been, if I had the right directions.  I don't know what I did wrong, but my directions took me 8 miles or so the wrong way. Knowing me, even if I had the correct directions, I would have still got lost.  I felt terrible.  Here I asked this guy who hates dances to meet me at one, and I was almost an hour late.  Thankfully, I had my own personal navigation system, named Jen, (and she babysits too!)

When I got there and walked in, I could hear that a slow song just started.  I walked past the door to the cultural hall, and I saw Corey walking over to ask someone to dance.  I ran quickly ran to down the hall, to the other side of the building to head to the restroom.  As I rushed past two ladies sitting on the floor, one yelled, "Nice heels!"  Yeah... I did have some killer red pumps on, and they looked pretty freaking hot if I do say so myself.

In the restroom, heart racing, I looked in the mirror and gave myself a pep talk. "You can do this!  You can do this!"  I walked back out, and back to the other side. I passed the "game room".  I peeked in.  Inside, was a handful of men playing Connect Four.  Something is very wrong with this picture!  There was a whole butt load of single woman, out dancing on the floor, and here these men were playing Connect Four!  These are probably the men that still live at home with their mom and their moms push them out the door yelling "Get to that dance and find a woman to marry so I can be a grandma already!", all the while they are crying, "But Mom, I wanna live with you!" 

A guy friend  warned me before hand.  He said , "Don't go!  Don't do it. Do NOT go to a singles dance!  You will want to jump off a building by the time you leave."  I was starting to understand.  I took a deep breath, swallowed my fear, and walked into the cultural hall.  I saw Corey sitting on the stage by himself. I walked over to him and he smiled.  He greeted me with a hug.  HUGE relief, he was even better looking in person then he was in his pictures.

We sat and talked, most of the dance and I was totally OK with that.  When a slow song came on, he asked me to dance. Then when it was over, we went back to the stage and talked some more.  Before hand, we had both agreed that it was totally OK for the other person to dance with other people, but, neither of us did.    He became my security blanket.  If I had actually gone alone and not met him there, I would have left after 5 minutes. 

 I scanned the mini crowd several different times, checking to see if there was anyone who peeked my interest.  I can honestly say that there was no one that I would consider my 'type.'  And in case you don't remember me saying before... I don't really have a 'type'.  So you gotta know the situation is pretty bleak when I can even find someone that fits that!

Corey was really nice.  I think that we both felt that we could be "friends".  And actually, I think he could be kinda perfect for my sister when she comes home from her mission.  That is, if she doesn't mind the age difference.
When we left the dance, Corey had to lead me to the freeway so that I wouldn't get lost... of course.

What I learned...
-I will not meet my future husband at a LDS mid-singles dance.
-Even so, a mid-singles dance is another safe place to meet up with someone I met online.
-A navigation system would be a good investment!
-I am not missing anything, if I stay at home and don't attend another mid-singles dance... EVER!