Last night had to have been one of the most uninteresting dates I have had in quite some time. It was sub-par to the time I went out with an old friend’s brother’s friend just to break my record dry spell in dating. And in case you are wondering that date was more than horrible. He answered the phone with a resounding “Whaaaaas uuuuupppp” when he called to see what time we wanted to meet and the conversation degenerated from there.
So back to this date with Spiky-Hair Guy.
I was supposed to be there at 6:15. I left on schedule and even with a bout of unusual traffic I was almost there come 6pm. This was when he decided to call me to see where I was, maybe because he just got there and wanted to make sure I wasn’t waiting, but at the time it made me feel like he was disappointed that I didn’t make it there EARLY. Um, I arrived right on time. He should have been happy that I wasn’t late.
Since this was an internet set up I was advised to peek inside the window and if I didn’t like the guy or didn’t like what I saw that I should just up and leave right then and there. We all know that I could never do that; I am way to nice (I only get mean after you break my heart). So in I go, this time I make the call because I didn’t see him anywhere. He walks out… and he was ok looks wise. In this case it is his personality that I don’t like. He was very dry, very boring and didn’t have anything interesting to say about anything. I found this out over a very good Dungeness Crab Salad (w/mangos, AVACADOS which were missing but would have been great, asparagus and a little bit of lettuce) and a glass of wine.
The movie…
Well we can say that it was the second let down of the evening, but I will talk about that in another post.
We were sitting there during the previews and during the movie and he kept trying to talk to me about things even though the background sound was extremely loud, to the point to where we had to yell back and forth. Him asking me stupid questions and me responding with one or two word answers. I couldn’t even look at the guy, let alone anything else. I’m sorry but I don’t like the whole theatre knowing that I am on a first date with anyone. I could totally see myself as one of those poor women that I laugh at and make fun of when I’m in restaurants… one time while I was in the bathroom I contemplated the idea of just sneaking out, like I was a prisoner on my own date! But then I thought that I could stick it out the remaining 20min of my sentence… So the movie was over and he asked what I thought we should do. I decided at that point to play the “I work at 6am” card and tried to scoot on out of there (to my credit I really did work at 6am today).
On the way out to the car I had a lucky break…
I ran into one of my co-workers right next to my car and it eased the… is he going to try and kiss me and am I going to have to get in my car and take off before he can get close enough…. tension. (I have to say that the “Hey! What are the chances of meeting you here?? Did you see Kung Fu Panda? You really should take E to see that movie…” was the most exciting conversation of the evening).
From there I went home, filled my now starving tummy and curled into a ball on my bed in an attempt to sleep.
So much for my “interesting” evening.
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