One girl's misadventures in online dating - Date 4: Dan again
Saturday was my first online dating follow-up date. Success! In that it proved that not all men one meets online are mortifyingly boring in real life and that one out of three merits a second date. Fail! In that it went super poorly and I will not be seeing him again.
Tuesday I received a text from Dan in the morning asking if I would like to have lunch or dinner Saturday, I said yes to lunch because I had plans to eat cheesecake all night (please note that this is the day after our first date). He let me choose between two hip restaurants in town, I had been to one already so I chose the other. It was tough to find parking and the menu was lacking, in my opinion.
Because I couldn't find parking I showed up late, but I found myself already somewhat apathetic towards this date, so I didn't rush. In Dan's defense, I had stayed up late drinking the night before (and Thursday night, too), so I was tired and hungover. In my defense, I still washed my hair, put on my leather pants, and looked cute. Regardless, the restaurant is a small place and the door doesn't face the street, it faces into a park downtown, which is confusing and embarrassing as you walk around the entire restaurant trying to get in.
Dan was sitting at a table waiting for me when I got there. He wanted to get appetizers and wanted tuna tartare, which I quickly talked him out of. Instead we got lentil hummus which had a weird flavor and texture. Then he got this beef sandwich and I got mac & cheese. This time the conversation continued to flow easily and was more about me, which I love. Our food came out and mine was ok, kind of lukewarm and not super cheesy. His appeared to be difficult to eat and all the meat was coming out of the sandwich because he couldn't bite through it. It was embarrassing. The waiter kept coming over to talk to us and really the thing that killed it for me was that Dan kept saying sentences and ending them with "my man", which is a weird mannerism and I don't like it. He'd say things like "Just the bill, my man," or "I'm not sure, man." Maybe it's not weird, but I don't like it, it's unnecessary words.
Finally, we got the bill and he paid. I made up some excuse for having to leave, which I had sort of been nursing all day so that I could bail, if necessary. We walked to his car together because it was closer and he hugged me goodbye. In my mind I thought, "Goodbye, forever!" and that was that. It was not a good date.
He texted me yesterday seeing how my weekend was. If he asks me out again I will say no. This is too much effort to continue.
Love Sack Murda
ps - Have another date Thursday, maybe it'll go better
No comments:
Post a Comment