How Could I Forget Meatloaf Man?

So, those of you who were paying attention (all two of you!) know that I recently completed a challenge to go on dates with 20 men. The idea was to keep me from seeing "the one" in every loser I met, and I'm pretty sure it worked...or at least helped. Need a recap? Find it here.

Sadly, when I wrote that post, one of my 20 had gone missing. No matter how hard I tried...one of the names was simply escaping me.

Well, driving to work today, it hit me: Meatloaf Man! I even remember where he belongs in the line-up. So, the revised rundown goes like this...

20. Anderson Cooper (no, not the real one.)
19. Not fat, not sweaty, and not cheap.
18. Speed dater who was be fatter, older, and less charming than I remembered.
17. The Man
16. Crazy C
15. Speed dater whose name I've forgotten.
14. Tortillas and Tequila
13. The Russian
12. The Dr. Who Bit Me
11. Bob
10. C, the 1st
9. Meatloaf Man!
8. Pee Boy
7. What do you mean you don't want kids?
6. The First Boy I Ever Asked Out
5. The Australian Boy
4. Paul with a P
3. The Republican
2. The Flirt
1. He Who Shall Not Be Named

Since Meatloaf Man was so sadly forgotten, I'll share his story now.

I met Meatloaf Man at a Meatloaf concert (go figure!) I got a ticket on a lark, because they were just $10. By halfway through the show, I totally wanted my money back. I'm sorry if you're a Meatloaf fan, but the man is a couple decades past his prime...

This is actually Meatloaf. Not Meatloaf Man. I know it's confusing...

During the show I noticed this guy looking like he was trying to come talk to us, but it took him until the encores to actually do it. He said hello. We exchanged pleasantries. He asked if I'd like to go out sometime. I said sure. He made fun of my forehead wrinkle. I resisted the urge to retaliate by making fun of his male pattern baldness.

Anyway, a few days later he picked me up at my place for our date. We drove into Harvard Square. He showed me secret parking I never knew existed (which has come in handy from time to time) and we walked around the square, dropping into a couple bars and then taking a stroll through Harvard Yard. Along the way, I did some quick math in my head and figured that he was probably a bit older than I was really interested in dating. Beyond that, the date was kinda just okay.

He drove me home and walked me to the door. I was just gonna make a hasty retreat when he surprised me with a pretty darn good kiss. I was still under the influence of that surprisingly sweet kiss when he said "would you like to get together again sometime?" "Sure," my kiss befuddled brain responded.

He said something about Wednesday. I said, "Sounds good." Come Wednesday afternoon, I still hadn't heard from him. My phone rang when I was in the check out line at the grocery store, but he didn't leave a message. He didn't call back. I tried calling him, but didn't get through.

Fast forward a year..maybe longer. I was suck in a relationship with #16. I started getting these calls from Meatloaf Man.

He had met someone at a party. He was clearly very, very into her. He wanted to go on a date. He hoped that she did, too. When he didn't hear back from his first call, he tried again. He just didn't understand why she was letting their perfect connection fall apart.

Unfortunately, he was leaving these messages for me, and I clearly wasn't the girl he met at a party. I thought about calling him and letting him know he was calling the wrong girl, but somehow it just kinda slipped my mind...until now. I wonder if it's too late to make that call?