My date with Ricky Martin

I finally -- FINALLY -- went on a date.  It seems like it's been forever!  Since August I've been concentrating more on learning to eat healthy and less on meeting someone online.  So far so good though!  I've lost about 10 pounds.  (It's a good start, but it feels like a drop in the bucket sometimes.)

Anyway, a few years ago I signed up for a local matchmaking service.  I enrolled for a year but I was really not impressed with them, and decided not to renew in the end.  Despite not being a member anymore, every once in a while I get a call about a new match.  That's how I ended up exchanging numbers with Ghani.

I really didn't know much about Ghani apart from what the matchmaker said of him.  This is because when we tried to talk on the phone, there was a major communication gap.  (His Venezuelan accent was too thick, and his cell reception less than ideal.)  We had better luck with text messages though, and arranged to meet for a drink on Saturday.

Now, it's important to understand that I have never had a good date as a result of that matchmaker.  They've all been giant losers -- remember Ted the bandaid guy?  Ugh.  I had pretty low expectations of my date with Ghani.  Saturday afternoon was rainy and gross here in Toronto.  I couldn't muster the energy to get dressed up, and the idea of doing my hair and makeup was overwhelming.  I threw on my jeans and a navy sweater, sprayed some dry shampoo in my hair, and dragged myself to the pub.

Well, I had no idea that Ghani was going to be model-hot!  He looked a bit like Ricky Martin -- not the sequin-wearing version, obviously, but the older, out-of-the-closet version.  (Aside: Does anyone else find it interesting that he only became sexy when he simultaneously stopped wearing spandex pants and admitted he was gay?)

Anyway, back to my date.  I immediately regretted not putting any effort into my appearance, and as a result, I fidgeted like a shy school girl the whole time.  It was a disaster.  Even if Ghani had been in my 'league', we actually didn't have anything in common.  Except for maybe that we both liked the movie Gladiator.  And that conversation only came about because he's going to the club for Halloween dressed as a topless Roman warrior.  As much as I'd love pictures of that, I'm pretty sure that's the last I'll see or hear from Hottie -- I mean Ghani.