Have a rockin' one!

My Mom is on Match.com. I was kind of weirded out by this at first. But she and my Dad have been divorced for a few years now, so I guess she got sick of hanging around at home watching LifeTime, television for women.

She didn't tell me when she first went on Match. She told me about a friend of hers at work that was going on dates with guys she'd met through an online dating website. I thought it sounded fishy and like a bad idea. I associated it with chat rooms where creepy old men pose at attractive hotties and proposition unsuspecting teenage girls.

I've always met people that I've dated through friends. I can't say they've all been winners. Ok, I'll be the first to admit that a lot of them have been losers. I can think of one person in particular. I met this guy at a bar..wait, that sounds bad. He was in a band. Ok, still not helping.

Anyway, I thought he was funny because he was wearing a t-shirt that had "Billy Idol" spelled out in electrician's tape across the front. Plus he was a drummer in a band. Albeit, not a popular or touring band, it was still a band and he was on a stage, so I could check him out at my leisure without attracting attention.

This drummer guy was a friend of a friend and so I weaseled an introduction. We chatted and I was able to set up a coffee date with him the following week. How lucky was I?? I was so excited. My roommate and other good friend threatened to come to the coffee shop during our "date" and spy on us, but thankfully, they were hollow threats.

We had coffee and I thought he seemed pretty cool. However, not only was in a crappy band, he was also divorced. I chose to disregard these red flags and forged onward. We shared a brief two or three week affair.

After about the second week, I told my roommate that little drummer boy and I had had a few awkward phone calls. He kept telling me that I afraid to go to the "dark side", whatever the hell that meant. (Thankfully he didn't tell me that he was my father.) I had also noticed that the end of his nose had an indentation that made it look like a tiny butt. The deal breaker, though, was that he ended every conversation with, "Have a rockin' one!"

I explained all this to my roommate to see if she could give me some insight on what I should do. She said, "You don't like him, he's not nice to you and he says 'Have a rockin' one"? Why are you with him?" She was never one to mince words and, as usual, she had a point. So, I ended things with drummer boy shortly thereafter.

After thinking about online dating some more, I've decided that it doesn't sound so bad. So maybe my Mom will have good luck on Match.com. She's dating a guy right now that hunts turkeys. Hopefully things will work out for them until at least Thanksgiving.