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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Old Date-mares

I'm sitting in a coffeeshop. Doing some reading and a spot of writing. 

There isn't much else for me to do today. And I'm okay with that. I don't have to work today, and while that is strange (I don't usually have a mid-week day off), I am more than okay with it. 

I'm sitting near two university students, who haven't realized that everyone in the shop can hear what they are talking about. They are talking about the usual things: classes, homework, friends and BOYS. They are currently discussing a not so great date that one of them went on. It honestly doesn't sound that bad. I've been on much worse. 

For example, there was the evening I met a man for dinner at a local restaurant. We had been chatting online and via text for several days and we seemed to mesh quite well. I found him easy to talk to and interesting. He suggested meeting for dinner and said that he would make a reservation. That would make it easier with the first face to face meeting. It's so terrible when you are waiting at the entrance for your date, whom you don't really know well enough to recognize. Smart, I thought after I agreed. I arrived first. And I'm kinda glad I did. I ordered a drink and settled in to wait for my date to show. He appeared a few minutes after my drink was delivered. 

Me:   Hello!-
Him: Let's get a few things straight first, you pay for your shit and I pay for mine. No sneaking off to the bathroom and telling the waitress on the way by that it's one bill for me to pay. I'm not into that kind of shit. 
Me: *Silence in which I finish my drink quite quickly* Well, I don't think that this is going to work. 

I put my coat on and left money on the table to cover my drink. I have never been in and out of a restaurant so quickly. Neither have I been so embarrassed to be meeting someone. He was so rude and abrupt. Not at all like the guy I had been chatting with. 

The next evening he messaged me. Not to apologize for his rudeness, but because he thought I got the wrong impression of him. "I think we got off to the wrong foot, I'm not sure what I did or said to make you leave so quickly, but I guess you probably expect me to apologize."

Yeah. If you don't know what you did/said that was wrong, we are definitely not going to try to meet again. I replied saying that my first impression of him made me not want to get to know him any better and that it would best if we just lost each other's numbers. 

I haven't heard from him since. Thankfully.


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