I went on a date last night. It was just the latest in a long line of ridiculous dating stories in my life.
It started off well enough…but it soon regressed after that.
More after the break!
He had emailed me, asking to meet for coffee or a drink at 7:30 at Buffalo Wild Wings. I assumed that we were just grabbing a drink and so I ate dinner when I got off work.
Apparently, that was wrong. When we met, he ordered food, and made me feel bad for already eating, so I ordered chips and salsa and ate about 6 of them. He took the rest of them home.
He texted me before we were supposed to meet and was chatting with me. When I continued the conversation and asked a question, his reply was that he “had to get ready for our date.” Well then why did you text me? I was confused.
I got to the bar and he was waiting for me. We met for the first time, and he went in for the hug. I’m a hugger, so it was fine. We were seated and he kept texting on his phone, well after we had been seated at our table. He told me it was his mother and she had been harassing him all day. No biggie. I get it. He told me he was going to tell her he was on a date.
We were chatting and he told me he had to ask me one question, to see if I could ‘pass the test.’ He told me he was a very affectionate person, that he liked to hug, touch, and kiss. Especially kiss. (he actually said this, verbatim.) And he wanted to know if I was affectionate, or if this would be a problem for me. I told him I am affectionate, I’m a serial hugger. I think touch is important in any relationship, not just romantic ones. He told me I passed his test. Then he said he had another question, but that it wasn’t ‘appropriate for a first date.’ I said ok, and was ready to move on.
Apparently, he wasn’t. He then decided to tell/ask me the other question. He said that physically intimacy is very important to him. He likes it a lot, and NEEDS it a lot. Did I understand what he was getting at?
I couldn’t believe that he had just told me, on a first date, that he liked and needed a lot of sex! Dude. Most guys just think that, but don’t say it, on a first date. Seriously? Where do I find these losers?
I told him that I was picking up what he was putting down, and tried to move the conversation on. Oy. My life. Seriously.
I asked him my question. Are you a felon? (side note, a few years ago I dated an International Drug Trafficker. Whoops! Ever since then, I’m very cautious!) He said he’d never even been arrested.
He then asked me if I wanted to come over to his house and open a bottle of wine with him! (really? on our first date, after such a strange conversation? After just meeting? (we met online)). I told him no, I had to pickup my roommate from the airport. Whew!!
All in all, the date was fine. He was kind of odd. But whatever. He wants to see me again, but I have a lot going on this week, and am not free until next week. Clearly I’m not into him if I don’t really want to put forth the effort to see him sooner rather than later.
If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know I’ve had a series of unfortunate dating incidents. In fact, I like to give my ex’s and odd dates nicknames. The Felon I call Crazy Felon Mike. (because he was! he wanted to talk marriage on the first date!) There was another guy I met I call Soon-To-Be-Divorced-Scott. (I think that one is self-explanatory!) I’ve dated Farmer Chris, Stupid Aaron, and The Brazilian.
So this guy needs a great nickname. And while I was trying to fall asleep I came up with it: “Over-Sexed-Scotty” Yes, another Scott. I don’t seem to have luck with that name.
All in all, I’m still going to keep trying. Because if you don’t put yourself out there, you won’t find anything, right?
Have a great day friends!!
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