Sunday Brunch with Mr. Drawly

I had a lovely time with Mr. Drawly on Sunday. He did
not ask me to pay for my meal. He did not stare at
every woman's ass that passed by our table nor did he
make any sexual innuendos toward me. His voice was
high, tinny, drawly and effeminate though. I couldn't
help but wonder, "Is he gay?"

After about thirty minutes of chatting I confessed,
"Look, I'm interested in what you're saying, I really
am but all I can hear is your accent."

He laughed, "Is my accent really that noticeable?
Nobody else has said anything."

"That's because this is Minnesota. Trust me, they
notice it but they won't say anything about it."

He seemed to have a pretty good sense of humor because
he still wanted to take a walk around the lakes with
me after that. At the end of our date he awkwardly
tried to kiss me. Alas, no sparks on my end however
I'm trying to give "nice guys" more than one chance so
I've decided to see him again.

Meanwhile, there are two new guys on my D.R. One guy
who is 37 years old, never married, about six foot
four inches, works in the printing industry. He claims
to suffer from a shyness that seems to border on an
actual type of social phobia. I'll call him Mr. Shy
Guy.

The other contacted me a few weeks ago. At first I was
tempted to blow him off because he lives about three
hours away in Iowa however his picture and his profile
impressed me so much that I responded to his e-mail
and now we converse regularly but we've never spoken
on the phone. He's 45 years old, divorced, three
children who are almost grown and looks ten years
younger. He's also the author of a few very successful
pop psychology books. I'm such a sucker for writers!