Ever had an amazing first date full of sparks (and in my case shy smiles) and then go to leave and he tells you he’s married but separated and getting divorced? Well, I did! Welcome to my second first date of online dating in Colorado (a valley I won’t name because it is a small community).

I was full of excitement, butterflies, and smiles until he said what he said. Ugh! Why does he have to be married, why? But, he’s getting divorced, and I really like him, and he really likes me. Yeah, I know my story is not different than most who have experienced this same thing. To put all of your minds at ease, we did end. I ended it because the divorce proceedings were taking too long in my eyes. And, to be perfectly honest, I got bored and lost interest. It wasn’t him, it was me.

Mr. Getting Divorced was a very nice guy. He was cute, tall, rugged, and the best part, he always drove to me. (We met during the winter.) I had just moved to the valley from Florida and was scared of driving at night because I thought the roads were always icy at night. LOL. Yeah, I got over that fear real quick, the following winter. So, he always drove to me. It was only a 45 minute drive. He had a truck, winter tires, and I had one roommate (he had like 3), it was definitely better to come to me.

We dated for probably about a month. He came over different nights of the week, usually when we could spend the next day together. I scheduled my online teaching around our nights/dates. Yeah, I actually adjusted my life a little (it doesn’t happen often). He was very sweet the first night he came to my place, didn’t try anything, just slept with me, actually slept. Nice guy.

We went on many dates, hiking, New Year’s Eve with my friends…we really didn’t go on many dates. If my memory is correct, I think we went hiking twice, dinner for our first date, and maybe another meal somewhere in there. He worked 3 jobs, like any typical single person living in Colorado, so we didn’t go out much (he came over about once a week). I do remember one night we went to Target. He bought a wok and then we got stuff to make stir fry. He actually cooked for me. It was lovely. The next day I sent him home with leftovers and he took his wok. It was a smart decision on his part, because at the end of us, I would have kept it. I tend to keep things because they just happen to end up at my place. Ha!

New Year’s Eve…the poor guy had no idea what he was getting into with my friends and I. Actually none of us knew what we were getting into. The night started out great. I had a brand new outfit, it was sexy, warm and cute. He wore a nice shirt, pants (I made sure he didn’t wear the corduroy ones), and a black leather jacket. We met up with my friends, had a few drinks, then rode the bus up valley to our “party.” Our first stop was a nice little bar. We had one drink, then went on to a BBQ place and had a drink there. Then we went to our final destination…the big “party” at one of the main restaurants. Lol, when we got there, we quickly realized the cheap tickets were cheap for a reason. They were for the top where you could hear the music from downstairs and maybe 4 people were hanging there. So, we all coughed up like $80 (maybe, I forget how much it was) to go downstairs where the music and crowd actually were. We made the best of the night, we drank, we laughed, we danced. Then it was time for the champagne toast…3…2…1….Happy New Year, bartenders got up on the bar and sprayed everyone with champagne. No joke. I think a couple people were bummed by not getting to drink the champagne, so they grabbed bottles off the bar and chugged the remainder. It was hilarious. Props to Mr. Getting Divorced for just going with the flow that night.

After New Year’s Eve, I think we hung out a couple more times. He was busy, I was busy and I refused to drive to him, so we didn’t hang out but a couple more times. Our “relationship” ended a couple weeks before Valentine’s Day. I could have kept him around for it, but I’d rather be single on the stupid day than lead a guy on. We ended our time together over the phone. I was not going to make him drive to see me to end it, I am not a mean person. He was sad, I was honest, we talked a little, and then we were done.

Most of my dates don’t go as far as Mr. Getting Divorced did. He is a great catch, just not for me. I liked him, don’t get me wrong, but like all of the not for me’s, I found things that made me lose interest.

So there you have it, my second first date in Colorado, Mr. Getting Divorced. He gave me a little hope, maybe there was someone for me in Colorado after all.