Good men come in twos, apparently

by Daphne Reese

Throughout my dating career, I have noticed a peculiar trend that, in recent months, has reached the point of absurdity.  Whenever I am dating a guy—let’s say, a doctor named Demetrios—I will inevitably meet and end up dating another guy with the same name or occupation.  Keep in mind, I am not deliberately seeking this out.  It just happens.  Sometimes I think there really might be a god, and if so, she has a wicked sense of humor.

To give you an idea of what I’m talking about, let’s review:

Two Brits

A couple summers ago, I was dating two British guys at the same time.  (How I love that English accent!) They were both living in Boston, and I have no idea if they knew each other.  The main problem was that my roommates could not tell them apart and would inevitably call them by the wrong name when one of them came by to pick me up for a date.

Two Nathans

Last spring, I was dating two Nathans at the same time.  As you can imagine, this led to massive confusion amongst my friends.  To keep them straight, I began calling one Nate and the other Nathan.

Two Greek doctors

Now, this is where things get really crazy.  There aren’t that many Greeks in Boston, but it seems that once you meet one, you have infiltrated their secret society and you suddenly start meeting them everywhere.  As things were fizzling out with Demetrios the Greek doctor last month, out of the blue I met another Greek doctor named Demetrios.  You can’t make this stuff up.  There’s actually a pretty funny email I wrote to my friends while I was mourning the Demetrios breakup, something like “I know I’ll find another guy, but what are the chances he’ll be a tall, dark, and handsome Greek doctor?”  As it turns out, the chances were pretty good.  I like to think of it as a message from the universe that there truly are millions of great guys out there, and if you find one guy you like, you can rest assured there are more out there just like him.  Demetrios I is now out of the picture, but Demetrios II and I had our fourth date last week, and things seem to be going well.  I haven’t yet told Demetrios II about his predecessor, but he keeps asking me awkward questions like “So, I’m the first Greek you’ve dated?”  Umm… not exactly.

Two Drummers

Two other guys I’m currently dating also share a profession.  By day, they are tech guys working for major companies.  And by night, they are drummers in bands (one is a wedding band, the other is a punk band).  I’ve always had a major fondness for musicians (usually guitar players), but I’ve never dated a drummer before.  Naturally, once I started dating one, along comes the second one.

I’m eager to see what fate has in store for me next.  A duo of Swedish underwear models, perhaps?

January 12, 2012. Uncategorized.

One Comment

  1. Get down there and lick me like a man « stilettosoncobblestone replied:

    […] months of celibacy, I felt ready to try again, and the person I chose as my target, naturally, was Demetrios II.  I guess I was hoping that Greek heritage somehow bestowed men with supernatural sex skills.  […]

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