This all started a few days ago, on Friday. I often punch the snooze button and lie around groggily in bed in the morning, half-listening to the morning talk show. A number of days ago the radio personalities had a caller on who was telling them about how he was absolutely horrible at talking to and meeting women (as in popular-Steve-Carell-movie-degree unsuccessful.) The next day they brought this guy in and a few girls dropped in to meet him. (None of the girls were interested in this particular guy - ouch!) Friday morning yet another unlucky-in-love guy was on the phone with the talk show guys... This one was a bit of an interesting case in that he had been very out of shape all his life and only recently got into shape. Through my sleepy haze I registered that this new guy seemed quite nice. (This is all timely and relevant, because my New Yorker girlfriend and I had just been talking about the merits of charm... We agreed that there's something to be said for a guy who is rough around the edges but is sincere, versus a disarmingly smooth guy who is probably laying that charm on every woman that crosses his path.) So okay, Friday's radio guy seemed really nice. He sent in some pics for the radio station to post on their website (they were comical and good-natured), and so I noted that on Monday he was going into the radio station to sit with the guys and meet any women who answered the call out to come on in.
This morning: got up early, put on a half-decent outfit, and moseyed-on over to the radio station. Ever looked for love via live radio broadcasting? Me neither. :-) I was able to overcome my embarrassment and shyness enough to say a bit about myself on the air and strike up a conversation with the fellow in the hot seat, who was even more embarrassed and shy than I was. With some quieter moments to talk privately and some good-natured egging on by the radio announcer guys, he and I got to talk a bit and set up a date for this Thursday night. :-) 
The guy I went in to meet was very personable and funny, and quite attractive in an approachable way. He seemed sweet and nice and I really liked that. (Guys, if you're not a smooth-talking womanizer, bear in mind that not all women like that. There's a benefit to having an unrehearsed, honest way about you that tells women up front, "I'm not disingenuous nor likely to be full of shit".) I put myself up for possible public ridicule, but I'm convinced the payoff was well worth it. It was Virgil who said, "fortune favors the brave". I think getting a date and the promise of being able to enjoy a nice man's society for an evening is a great reward for being a little bit brave. :-) I'll certainly post about how things go on Thursday. Meanwhile, anyone looking for love... Don't be afraid to Try New Things.
