Want to Impress? Be Yourself... please!
Surfing the net after graduation to see who got married, had a couple of kids, or landed into success with both feet in the pot I found myself at a matchmaking site. I know, I know a matchmaking site.... I even shake my head at those things, but if I wanted the results to the quiz I took (shakes head) filling out a profile was mandatory. Yes, I wanted to know what star sign I was most compatible with... you have to admit those little time waster quizzes can be fun. Anywho... back to what I was saying. I come across this profile of someone who sounded familiar, and happen to be from the same state where I attended university. So I clicked on chat to say hello to see who the man behind the name was. Come to find out I didn't know him, but he was friends with a few friends of mine from school. We began chatting for a while and he is a pretty nice guy. Eventually I called our mutual friends, and we all got together for a weekend in the city. To my surprise we hit it off pretty well... so we continued to see one another.
We spent a weekend together (which was nice), but he seemed to make it a point to show off his possessions and everywhere in the world he had been... even to the point of bringing pictures and ruling all topics of conversation. From his D&G sunglasses all the way to the designer cigarette holder to go along with his cigarettes from Spain. Being a designer, I do appreciate nice things, but I am not afraid to break out the Easy cheese, crackers, and beer. When we went out to dinner he cringed at the fact I wanted to go for Pizza (hey it was chicago) and not a really nice restaurant, but turned his nose up even more when I ordered a beer as compared to his gin and tonic. After three days of the Assests Bizzare he left. I began to question a lot of the weekend thinking.... "Is this the same guy that I have been spending time with amongst friends?" I disregarded the events thinking... Maybe that is what he likes, and if it makes him feel good... then whatever. He is a nice guy. During the week at work I had ran into one of our mutual friends and told her how the weekend went. She sat back with a puzzled look on her face, wondering if this is the same person she had known for years. The next phrase out of her mouth was: You'd figured with his 3 degrees at 26 he would do more than webpage design, and eventually move out of his parent's guest house. Well that was news to me. I was under the impression he had his own place and was building a business. I should have figured he was bluffing when he told me of the languages he spoke, one being French, when speaking to him he looked as if he was a dear in headlights. Too bad, because he is sincerely a nice guy....
Point being.... the best thing we can be is ourselves. It puzzles me when someone "elaborates", on what they know or have. Pity... because it doesn't take much to impress me.