Oh man, guys, awful date story:Was talking to this dude on Scruff, he is redheaded and bearish and way cute, and we both seem to be into each other and we're texting back and forth all day, and we make plans to get dinner around 4 and "see where it goes". I text him at 2 just to verify the time/location, and he calls me and asks if I can just meet him at his place at 6 and we can walk to the restaurant (vegetarian soul food!) from there. Okay, no problem, just text me the address. Which he doesn't. So I text him again at like 5 asking where I'm meeting him, and then I call him at like ten of 6, and he doesn't pick up. So I just sort of wander around and then find a park to sit and read in, and finally at 6:45 I call him again. He picks up, he's so sorry, he just got in and he left his phone at home, here's his address, give him a few minutes to straighten up and swing by, also something about his friend coming over to hang out. I go over, it is now 7, he lets me in and it's him and his friend sitting on the couch watching TV (where there's a show that, according, to the DVR, has been paused at the 20 minute mark). Him and I talk for a bit, he seems nice but maybe sort of dumb and juvenile and into his own affectations and bad at being funny (Dylan McDermott's ass was on screen at some point and he felt the need to point and yell "man-butt!", or he would drop an obvious one-liner and then say "but ANYWAY" and then laugh at his own joke). So instead of, like, getting dinner, we sit around with his really boring friend and talk about whatever and then head to a bar to meet some other friends of his. Boring friend at apartment leaves, dude and I chat for a few blocks and meet his friends at the bar (I think it was 3 of them plus one's sister), and all get a table outside. Apparently he keeps the kind of company that thinks it clever and amusing to refer to the black female bartender as Shenaynay. I mean, I knew pretty soon in that this guy sorta sucked, but yeah. Ugh. So we're all sitting around talking, and by "we" I mean him talking to one of his friends and the other people talking to each other and me sort of just sitting there. This went on for about 2-3 hours. I jumped in a few times but I mean this dude was totally and completely ignoring me. Like, I think he looked at me maybe 4 times the whole night, and we had one conversation that maybe lasted 30 seconds and he kept sort of going "uh huh" and glancing away. I even left at one point to go get a slice of pizza because I was so hungry after the dinner that we never fucking had. I was pretty pissed but stubborn enough to endure it on the off-chance anything was going to happen (even though it pretty clearly wasn't). Finally we're all heading out and he somehow has the audacity to give me the big hug and the whole "have fun on your trip! Stay in touch! I'm in Philly a lot, I'll give you a call!".
Like, it's not that I'm pissed that I didn't get any D, because duh sometimes people just don't click. It's something that we were, you know, supposed to have established early on, one-on-one, at a 4pm dinner that would let me go about the rest of my evening. It's not that he was mean spirited, per se; he just seemed incredibly dumb and lacking respect and maybe bad at giving a shit about other people. I sort of really want to send him an angry text.
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