The weekend of Labor Day, I flew to Seattle to spend the week with my best friend. It was my last couple of weeks on Match (for round one anyway) and I was e-mailing a couple of fellows.
One gave me his phone number, so I texted him one night after my friend and I had settled down for the evening. Instead of texting back, he immediately called me. Because I had nothing better to do and he knew I wasn’t in the same state. I should have known better. We talked for a little over an hour and he was horrible at conversation. He cussed and talked about exes and how he just got home from a Hooters-like restaurant with his lady friend. Like I’ve said before, I give way too many chances when I shouldn’t. So we chatted a couple of nights and decided to meet up when I got home to the Midwest (against my friend’s advice. She wasn’t a fan and she hadn’t even met the guy.)
We met at brewery which wasn’t exactly close to my neighborhood. He walked in looking like Eminem a la “My Name Is.” Dear God. I didn’t know any self-respecting man bleached his hair after 2000. Oh wait, he wasn’t self-respecting. We sat in the booth for a bit before ordering anything. I couldn’t decide if I should get a beer. Hind-sight: always get the beer. It would have made things less painful. We had decent conversation at first, but it quickly escalated into me having visions of my right fist contacting his left eye socket.
We shared a few sarcastic remarks that seemed pretty harmless, but my sarcasm was returned by just plain rudeness. My favorite moment of the night? I decided to make a crack about a shirt I have that has a beautiful design with birds and swirls, but in the midst of the swirls has the words “love sucks.” Funny, right? To which he replied, “Oh man, I should have worn my ‘I hate red-heads shirt!'” Very shortly after, the check came and he paid for my dinner. I offered to pay my part but he said, “every time a girl pays for herself, I never see her again.” I hate to break it to you, but it might be your abrasive personality.
Ladies, he’s still single! Unfortunately I still hear from him. He texts me once or twice a month to see if I want to grab a drink “as friends.” No thanks buddy.