Mr. Managing Director – entry no. 11

Well, well, well, have been on my first date with the candidate Henrik. We were supposed to meet in the parking area outside of the Skovridderkro. I got there five minutes late to be sure he was there already, so I didn’t have to stand there staring at parking spaces. But there was no man in sight. Then a car pulled up. A shiny Audi. A good-looking man got out, stood next to the car and looked around. I smiled and he smiled back. I walked over and said – Henrik?

- Sorry, he said.

Sorry is right. I went back to my car wishing I had worn jeans so I could have leaned casually on the bumper instead of standing there in a dress and high heels. I was already a little annoyed at Henrik and I hadn’t even met him yet.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man jogging toward me. Hm, a jogging date. Not exactly my ideal, but I’d give him a chance.

We exchanged greetings and went inside. He was good-looking but not conspicuous – clean-shaven head, dark eyes and a trim body. He got us a couple of beers and then he asked me to make him a promise: we had to meet more than once! He thinks it’s unfair that you only get one chance on blind dates –it is hard for him to show who he really is.

I told him that I’m no harsh judge – so I managed to get away without promising anything I might not be able to deliver. The utterance itself had made my hair stand on end … I tried to be constructive and told him how funny his application letter had been and how much I’d been looking forward to meeting him. Had he ever done any writing?

Naw, culture wasn’t really his thing, he said. But in my profile, he had seen that I’m interested in culture, so maybe I could teach him something. Aha, I thought, and I started feeling optimistic – but that was short-lived. It turned out that in return for culture he wanted to take me out in nature every day. He’s got to be outside at least three hours a day or he gets restless. I told him that it wasn’t really a priority for me.

I can teach you to get out and get moving, he repeated – demonstrating his substandard listening capacity for the second time in ten minutes. To make the hour pass quickly, I asked him about his management job. And that’s where it all went wrong. It turned out that he had had his own company five years ago – that was his management position. But then he got tangled up in a lawsuit, went bankrupt and had to find work, but a year later he got sacked – three times in a row. Well, it wasn’t his fault, he said, but out he was. I tried to feign interest, but it was proving difficult. There were just too many points of divergence from the profile I had read online… it seemed more like he had posted a description of the life he wished he was leading than what was actually happening.

He asked me about my work and I told him, and we talked about our children. Then I saw that the hour was up.

- Already? When do you want to meet again? He asked. I told him I’d give him a call.

- You said you weren’t a harsh judge. Do you want to see me again?

- Yes, yes, of course, I said, even though I didn’t mean it. I couldn’t bear to tell him the truth. It felt like kicking a dying man.

- Okay, then I’ll wait for your call. I won’t call you because I’ll just get disappointed if you don’t want to see me again, he said. I think you’re a really nice woman.

- Thanks. Listen, I’ve got to run, I said, giving him a quick hug. Then I made a dash for the door, away from a lonely man who hadn’t really figured out how to make the best of his talents. I still wonder why he made such  profile, since it was only a matter of time until anybody found out.

It was good to come home to a mail from a nice guy Michael. He writes – like so many others – that he’s a three-in-one and he can meet all of my needs. I’m guessing he’s more a one or a two.

Hi Elizabeth,

What you’re looking for is a three-in-one. But does he exist? I’m looking for a three-in-one too: a woman with brains, body and soul. Conversation, intimacy and sex.

I’ve got a university degree, but I’ve always worked in private corporations. I’m insightful and expressive, and I like talking and listening. And I’m tough. I’ve always fought hard to achieve my goals – from becoming the Danish Formula 1 champion (in a prehistoric era), becoming executive manager (in a historic era) to becoming a good part-time father (very current). Today, I run my own consulting firm. I recently came out with a new and exciting IT-product, and sales are going well. I’m happily divorced, but unhappily single (crooked smile), and I have a wonderful 12 year-old son who lives with me part-time. He’s in secondary school just like Mille (nice).

The cards life has dealt me have made me pretty understanding when it comes to people. I’m looking for a woman who’s both good-looking and feminine, sweet and warm, insightful and loving. She should enjoy erotic exploration, from tenderness to the outermost boundaries – but we can talk about that in more detail if and when we’ve met.  I’ll just say that it should be imaginative, sophisticated and exciting, send shivers up our spines and make us laugh with joy afterwards. But it should never be coarse or vulgar. I’m discerning. I want to be able to think about it the next day and feel happiness, pleasure and pride. Good erotic experiences give me fantastic fuel for the rest of my life – and it’s not so much about quantity, but quality.

Can I even match my own wishes? I have no skeletons in my closet. I’m ready for a committed relationship, complete with security and challenges. I’m not absorbed in physical appearances. One thing I’ve come to realise is that my next relationship should be a devoted one. Honest. Not a mentally distanced relationship with intellectual chit-chat, love-making and no emotional intimacy. Of course, I’m not expecting fulfilment over a cup of coffee in some café, but that’s my long-term goal for a relationship.

All in all: I’m interested in talking to you. Have I tempted you?

Best regards, Michael

The marvellous antipode to Mr. Jog-Trot. Soul-sex, pleasure and pride whet my appetite, and the butterflies are back fluttering in my stomach … Café Jorden on Thursday – it’ll be interesting to see if he can tempt me for one, two or three …

Must concentrate now and read all the material for tomorrow. Will spend most of the day  getting ready for the next board of directors meeting. Once again, Damsted is on about some forms that the Ministry says everyone is supposed to fill out if they want to use the meeting rooms. Will that man never retire??