Still no knitting getting done around here. It’s just been kind of a lousy week. I don’t usually post about my dating exploits here – that should be a whole other blog – but I do go out with a lot of guys lately. And last night I had what was probably the worst date in my life. It was a second date, we had a pleasant time last week and he was pretty into me, kissing me goodnight and wanting more, though I had a few suspicions he might be gay. Call it stereotyping, but there’s something about the way this guy speaks that totally says Gay to me. Anyway, I agreed to go out again because I did like him, and knew it would only be light fun and nothing serious (he has designs on moving to California, blah blah). So, we make plans for a movie, and meet by the theatre. I thought I saw him walk in there when I was halfway down the block, so when I got to the front I did not buy tickets. I was afraid he might already have gotten them. Sure enough, he came out from the theatre but hadn’t gotten them yet so he said he’d get them and he bought our tickets. Then we searched for a place for drinks and ended up at the Monkey Bar. Right away the bartender asked if we wanted to run a tab, date said yes and gave his credit card. Now, I am the type of person that always feels uncomfortable when guys pay for me all the time, but I let it go, because I am mostly unemployed, he’s an almost lawyer whose firm gave him a raise just yesterday, and he seemed to want to treat. Now, we had decent conversation during drinks but all the while I was feeling that he was no longer interested in me and I was kind of bored hearing him talk about law school. He never asked a single question about me the whole time. So, we leave the bar and look for a place for coffee before the movie – where I fully intended to buy us dessert. I didn’t want him paying for anymore. So we’re walking around, not even talking, the vibe is weird, and then this exchange happens.

R: I don’t think I can go through with this.
J: Through with what?
R: The movie.
J: Why? What’s the matter?
R: I’m really offended.
J: About what? What’s wrong?
R: I bought the tickets, I bought the drinks, and you didn’t
even say thank you. I’ve had this happen to me before and I just can’t do it. I’m sorry.
J: R______! I’m so sorry! I was totally going to thank you, later, and I planned to buy us dessert and coffee, and in fact I’m really unconfortable about you paying for everything. Did you think I didn’t appreciate it? Well I do!
R: I’m sorry, I just can’t do it.
J: I think you’re overreacting just a little bit.
R: I’m sorry, I just can’t do it.
J: (throwing up hands) OK! (I walk to train and go home)

When I got home I called and left a message saying that I was sorry that he felt that way, that he was totally wrong about me, that I always say thank you and that I fully intended to treat him next, blah blah. I also said that he doesn’t need to respond and that we are obviously two different people and not suited for even casual dating. I said I wished him luck and hoped he passed the bar, and goodbye.

Truth is, I was relieved to go home, since I felt from the very start of the night that he just didn’t want to be there. This was after a very pleasant first date where he was kissing me goodnight and so I obviously wasn’t rude last week.

Single gals, stay home. It’s insane out there.

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