Has the curse been broken?

Okay, call me a glutton for punishment. I'm not sure if I have explained every little detail here, but suffice to say that when it comes to dating in Germany I seem to attract every sociopath within a 20km radius. Pathetic really. Well, I went to meet the... (fourth?)... one in a long stream of failures last night. But guess what? He's not weird! (Which is probably a miracule). We had fun, went for pizza at an italian restaurant, went to a cool coffee place then went dancing at a club. It was nice and normal. Lots of fun. (Maybe the curse is broken. Or is that too much to hope for?) Anyways, it's just nice to have someone to hang out with. (I may be speaking too soon, nothing against him. I just have lousy luck.)

In the morning both Dorothee and Alex asked me a lot of questions about my date and Patrice. It was really funny. I sometimes feel that I've got another set of parent's here watching out for me. It's nice.

Alex thinks it is horrible that when the date ended, Patrice (the guy) asked me if I thought it was a successful date. I told him that I figured it was, since both of his eyes could move. (that was the part Alex can't believe I said. But hey, it's honest.)

So. I learned something

So do you want the good news or the bad news first?

The Good News?

Okay, the good news is that yesterday we began the de-lice-ing of the family. Turns out Carola brought lice back with her from America.

The bad news? The bad news is that last night I had a date with a tall blond hair blue eyed German guy.

Confused? Let me explain.

So recently I have been thinking about how sad it is that I'm about to turn 23 and have never had a boyfriend... guyfriends, yes. Dated, yes. Kinda boyfriends...yeah. But not a real long term relationship- which would be a month or two. So I got to thinking and it started bothering me a little. Soooo late monday night I was up til 2 am, couldn't sleep. I was sitting in my room surfing the web when I kinda ran across Match.com. (Still not sure how). Out of curiousity I surfed around on the German version's website and wound up signing up for a free trial membership. (don't ask) and kind of surfing through the guys on there. Well, with one thing and another I kind of ran across a German guy started emailing him and on Thursday night he asked me if I would like to go to dinner with him this weekend. Maybe Friday night. I thought, okay sure. I've talked with him a bunch online, and I can see his picture, he doesn't look half bad. And on top of that he mentioned a really fancy and expensive restaurant to take me to in Stuttgart. I figured what the hell and accepted. <- This is where I went wrong.

Waiting outside of the train station at the appointed time I began to really get nervous. Here I was all nicely dressed up to go to a really nice posh Italian restaurant and I am essentially waiting for my blinddate to show up. So with visions of abducted young idiots dancing in my head I texted him to let him know I was standing outside the trainstation. He then texts me to let me know he's wearing a blue shirt and a black jacket. Okay.... so I text him to tell him that I waiting outside of the DM (like the German version of Walgreens). I then see a guy matching the previous description walk past the DM.... Yep, black slacks, blue polo, black jacket... but it wasn't until he looked at me that I noticed the hunchback and lazy eye.

I don't want to me one of "those" girls who judge people by their appearence... but I'm afriad I am. I really wanted to turn and walk away before he noticed who I was. Maybe claim I didn't know who he was and I wasn't the girl from online. But I am just not the kind of girl who could leave a guy walking around looking for his date. I shook his hand and we took off in the direction of the restaurant. I could feel everyone's eyes on us as we walked down the busy walkway.

It was a looooonnnnggg date. Although the food was nice, the restaurant was nice, and for the most part Hartmut (that's the guy's name) was nice. I had a couple things I had trouble getting over.

1.) He brought like 200 pictures from his last vacation with him to show me. Then he described them to me... in detail...ALL of them!

2.) He never actually Looked at me. He spent the entire time looking over my left shoulder. It was driving me nuts! Finally I turned and looked over my left shoulder and glanced out the window and back at him. "I was just wondering what was so interesting out there that you were looking at."

Two and a half hours later I declared it was time for me to go home. I told him I still had to catch a train and then take a bus back. So he walked me to the station and I departed. I got home at about 11:30 or so. Dorothee, who I had called previously from the station and who I had told how the date went, came down stairs. "Dorothee, first thing tomorrow I need you to help me get off of that website. I thought I was sad me cause I've never had a boyfriend. Now I think I'm okay. At least I don't think I'm so far gone that I need a website."

So today we got me unregistered for the website. We (Dorothee, Carola, Paula and I) went shoe shopping then to Ikea. And with some more wisdom, experience, and retail therapy I think I can now laugh about my experience. One I don't want to repeat any time soon.