Where to start......hmmmm....there have been so many first dates that were everything from nice to "I guess that was ok" to disastrous. The names have been changed to protect the stupid and ignorant...
One that stands out was a guy I met when I was first single. We'll call him James. We met on a personals site, exchanged several emails in which he sounded nice enough....a little pessimistic, but still nice and seemingly sincere about finding someone special in his life. Stats from his profile...6', average in body type, brown eyes, brown hair, glasses....nothing stood out as a red flag. Divorced, two kids, nothing there that glared as a red flag.
We decide to meet at a St Patrick's Day party at Durty Nelly's in Palatine. The first glaring thing I notice about him is that he's in fact not 6' tall at all, but more likely about 5'6 which is SHORTER than I am!!!! I stand there trying to figure out how someone either doesn't know his real height, or can lie about it and not feel like a shmuck when he meets the woman and she actually sees his real height. LOL....SO....I get past that...figure we'll see what happens.
Where conversation had seemed fairly flowing and easy in email and on the phone was suddenly awkward. I could attribute a little of that to nerves, it's always a little nerve wracking to meet for the first time, but it didn't get better as we got into the line to get food (this was a tent party at the bar). He goes first, pays for his food, and walks away. I shrug, pay for my own and we sit down to eat. The meal is agonizingly quiet, until he suddenly starts spouting the anger and hatred he has for his ex wife about their divorce, his kids and how she uses them to get "back at him" for everything he did wrong in their marriage. Then he goes on to say he has no trust in women, feels like they're all game players and blah, blah, blah. By now, I'm really uncomfortable, but try to change the subject to the party and what's going on around us. There are Irish dancers and I mention how my daughter dances and we stand and watch for a short while. At this point, all conversation has died and we're standing like two strangers who just happened to be sharing the same space in a tent at the bar. I start praying for a fire so I can just run and get out, LOL. A band comes on stage and starts playing, and I mention that I've seen this band before and they're really good. He says nothing, and I figure I'm going to die trying to think of some way to get out of this.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he turns to me, shakes my hand, and says "I'm going...at least we can say we tried" and turns and walks away. I stood there stunned, but more relieved than I've ever been lol.
As my friend Tommy says..."number next"....
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