Bobby Biker

Age: 38
Height: 6'2"
Occupation: Special effects artist

Bobby was never going to be my type. His profile contained a picture of this Harley-esque motorcycle and he looks like a big burly biker type. But he had kind eyes and a nice smile. A good start in my books.

After three weeks of exchanging e-mails (mostly of the trying to organize a get-together-sort), we met for brunch yesterday at a local eatery near me. I arrived early, wanting to scope out a spot in case the brunch rush was especially busy and I also wanted time to read my book and have a coffee.

He arrived on time and he was exactly as I pictured: black t-shirt, black jeans, skull-cap touque and a goatee. He's 6'2" and probably about 275. An imposing figure, to say the least.

We grabbed a table, ordered breakfast and then sat down to wait for it to be served. It was a nice chat, but there was no sparks from my end. He was nice enough, but nothing really stood out for me. He talked a lot about work and what he does. I don't recall him asking many questions of me, but perhaps that's because I was peppering him with questions to keep him talking. He gave me a bit of a hard time about having to wait to meet me (10 days). And then that was it.

He did the usual, "You have my number, give me a call if you want to do this again." I don't. He was a nice guy but not for me. One of the things I had mentioned was the new girl at work and how, since she's started working with me, I've started to step up the way I dress at work. I was mostly joking but he gave me a bit of a hard time about it and then kept going on about how I was trying to change myself in order to keep up with the PYT. It bugged me. I was only joking and yet he didn't take it that way.

I can tell I'm getting tired of meeting people. I just want to find someone. But I won't settle.