The guy seemed pretty legit. We had emailed back and forth and I should have known when he said he had an app on his phone to get match emails that this was going to be bad. But I disregarded it thinking it was normal.
We planned on meeting at a book store where he said he'd be wearing a blue-green shirt and I'd wear a big black headband with a black shirt. I thought I saw him when I walked in but his short was more of a faded greyish color with the slightest color blue. I walked past him- in my black shirt and headband and made eye contact and that was when I knew I should have just walked out. He didn't pick up that it was me.
I wanted to walk out. I knew it was him. But I didn't. So I walked back to him five minutes later and he is staring at the door while holding a random book. I introduced myself and barely got a handshake out of him.
I quickly say that I'm starving... I want this to start and end quickly!
We walk to a Japanese house and order and the conversation is barely hanging on. It wasn't even conversation. We had nothing in common. He kept asking question after question after question. I think he has done this before because he had a full non stop list of questions. I tried asking him questions but I got him to say about two sentences about himself.
It was when he told me the craziest thing his roommate has done to him- asked him to teach him how to drive his car that I'm guessing was a stick shift- that I knew I had definitely picked a dud.
Now, I'm not super adventurous or crazy or wild- but I know how to have a good time and still have some pretty crazy stories about stuff I've done with my friends. Picking a friend up and helping them drive their car... Not really that bold on the crazy scale.
The waiter, sensing my fear probably, kept coming to our table and gave us the bill as quickly as possible. It was the fastest dinner I have ever had.
We get the bill and this guy wants to walk around. I said, "Let me check in with my parents; they went out tonight and I'm not sure how much they've drank... We're Catholic." This was at 8pm. The date started at 7pm.
I manage to get a hold of mom who quickly sends me a fake drunk text and then fake drunk dials me.
Sadly, I had to end the date due to my Catholic families antics. As I'm quickly trying to end this thing he goes...
"So, can I call you?"
I respond this way...
Cough. Shrug. Clear throat. "I mean... I guess if you really want to you can."
Date over- 8:30
I said bye. No handshake. Definitely no hug. And practically sprinted to my car and then drove and got some wine and drank with my parents.
My parents friend gave me these words of advice as we sat around the table that night:
"Beauty is only skin deep. But ugly is to the bone."
This is my shallow side.
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