The voice

His profile picture showed a  good looking man, with silver hair and a tan that you get from being outside. Another photo showed him next to a beautiful creek and yet another with his kids. And he was an accountant!

I winked...

...and he winked.

Then he sent me an email.

It was cool. We exchanged a few more email which included this little gem.

Re: Good evening! We...

I have many memories in that park ....... I've been to the winery in Jamestown, but I don't think I've been to the park. Ever been Eagle hunting at Reelfoot? And I love the mountains, any time of the year. I like searching for and trying new recipes. And even shopping!

Ok, so this man is into wineries, mountains and eagles. I can see us cuddled together in front of a mountain chalet, sipping wine and on our weekend trip to view eagles.

And he cooks!

Oh, yeah. I can feel his arm around me, as we're strolling around Reelfoot Lake.

Yes, his... What color are his eyes? Blue. They can be blue today. His blue eyes looking deep into mine. He's telling me something. He's whispering in my ear. What's that, honey?

What does he sound like? What does an outdoorsy kind of manly man sound like when he's whispering in my ear? A raspy purr, something in the Clint Eastwood, "Bridges of Madison County" telling me...

"Things change. They always do, it's one of the things of nature." (Robert Kincaid to Francesca in The Bridges of Madison County)

And he's sweet. He posted this the next morning.

I hope you have a...

I hope you have a great day!!

It was definitely Clint.

Oh, yes. This was promising.

So he finally calls. I see the number. I pick up the phone and I hear...

...Gomer Pyle.

Surprise, surprise!

Actually Gomer sound a little more urban than this guy.

His high pitched voice  that back country  rhythm that would rival Andy Griffith's  Ernest T. Bass as to what lets call extreme southern, found mostly in the extreme rural areas in Tennessee. it's the kind of place that is what we call, the middle of no where. And that is where this accent...this voice,  needed to stay.

I tried to muscle through it. The conversation was good, he made me laugh. But I couldn't get past the voice.  I couldn't. I can't.

We're not clicking. Sorry.

If I'm going to be with someone, I can't be having them chew on a sock the whole date.

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