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After my third encounter, I was seriously thinking about calling it quits. But according to Lisa’s business strategy, you have to get ten “no’s” before you get a “yes,” and I assumed this applied to dating as well.

Let me tell you, this next one was certainly easy on the eyes and oozing with sex appeal. The way he filled out a pair of Levis made my mind run to thoughts of silk sheets and wanton behavior. He was a full-blood Native American complete with long black hair, hard muscles and a turquoise necklace. His smooth, tanned face and handsome, chiseled features were upstaged only slightly by his piercing black eyes. This guy was the real deal. He made turquoise and silver jewelry, and taught and performed Native American dances.

We were sitting on the patio outside Starbucks (another great place for a first meeting. As we began our “coffee date”, I could hardly concentrate on anything he said, because my mind was listening to the tribal drums beating in my chest. Oh, who was I kidding? Those drums weren’t in my chest at all, they were a whole lot lower. I brought myself back to reality and began to listen. And boy, was I in for a surprise! Not only was he good on the outside, he was good on the inside too. He made me think of one of those pinwheel cookies, delicious, hard and brown on the outside and soft sweet and fluffy on the inside.

As the conversation continued, I was distracted by a familiar vehicle. Whenever you go on one of these “so-called dates,” remember to tell one of your friends, where you are going, with whom you are meeting and what you are planning to do. I couldn’t place the car at first, because after all, I was deep into my “You Big Chief, Me Squaw fantasy!” As the car continued to go round and round and round me, my fantasy was replaced by visions of wagons pulled into a circle, surrounded by attacking Indians. My so-called coffee date had turned into a three hour pow-wow and Lisa, was apparently getting worried. She later told me she had visions of my head pierced by a tomahawk. I had visions of being pierced by another hard object and I’ll leave that to your imagination, but Lisa would have been really upset had I taken the lid off the cookie jar. (NTR: In my own defense, she was with a complete stranger! Although, he did look pretty HOT from the back view as I drove by, but by the third time around I glimpsed the “shit eating grin” on her face and left promptly, thinking I hadn’t been discovered...L). However, I was completely safe. Not only was this guy really attractive, but; he was genuinely intelligent, personable and just plain nice.

Alas, Pure Heart was too nice for me. Not only was he a veteran himself, having served in Viet Nam, but, he was an activist for better treatment of Veterans. He donated his spare time to visiting them at the VA hospital, and listening to their stories, no matter how crazy they sounded. He genuinely cared about them. It was his true nature to give away most of his possessions to people who needed things, and he cared nothing of the material world. As I sat there, in my designer jeans with my freshly pedi-cured toes and newly acquired Goddess sandals, I realized this was not meant to be. A mental picture of his apartment slowly formed in my head. I saw one lounger, a portable TV, and apparently a computer for Internet dating were probably all his worldly possessions. I even imagined that he slept on a hand-woven striped blanket thrown in the corner. No matter how hard or how much I wanted to travel down that trail, even my Indian guide couldn’t take me there. We did, however, decide to be friends. So ladies, if you don’t plan to cash in your reward points at DSW Shoe Warehouse and are satisfied with someone Pure of Heart, he is still out there.