Where did I leave off?
I dated Mr. 95% for a couple of weeks and all of a sudden I don't hear
from him. And I waited, and waited, and waited, and finally heard from
him. His rating was starting to drop big time at this point, I am thinking he
is now Mr. 30%. The guy is either lacking social skills in communication,
which is funny because he is in marketing, or he is a douche bag, I go with the
latter. His new moniker is Mr. DB (douche bag).
He texts me
"How was your weekend?' on a Monday after I haven't heard from him in 2
weeks. Really? Well I sat on that text for about 8 hours pondering how to
respond to it. I was with a group of women on a consulting job so I asked them
for their opinion on how I should respond. This is the list of the responses we
came up with:
- Had a wonderful weekend without you
- Couldn't have been better, slept with 5 guys (not
really)
- It was so good I eloped
- Who is this?
- I am sorry, do I know you?
At the end I just
answered back "great" and left it at that to which he texted back
that he had a great weekend as some of his friends visited for the weekend.
Yeah, right, I am sure it was friends of the female persuasion. Do guys
really think we believe that crap?
Well, there were more
options available to me. Mr. Douche Bag
was put in the back of my mind and I set up another date with a guy from
"Ourtime", the dating site for singles over 50. Oh my, did I
really sign up for that site? Yes, unfortunately I did. 99% of the
responses I get are from guys that look like my grandfather. YUK -A-
Doodle. This hot blonde does not date men that look like they have been
ridden hard and put away wet. If only, LOL.
So back to my date.
This guy I will call Mr. Obnoxious. I didn't know it at the time I
set up the date, but that will give you a prelude to my date. We decided
to meet at this bar at 7 pm on a Saturday. I arrived and noticed that he
was at the bar - Wow that was a first - usually I am early. Then he stands up and says rather loudly "You look just like your picture",
to which I said, "Yes, I post recent photos" and I thought to myself
"Too bad you didn't post a recent photo". He was a bit heavier
and older than the pictures online. But he wasn't obese so I thought to
myself, I could have a glass of wine with him, it won’t kill me. Little did I
know how bad it was about to get.
We sat down and as I
arranged my chair he grabbed the chair and pulled it close to him to which I
pushed it away. He asked me "What's the matter do I smell?"
"No", I said "but I don't need to sit in your lap".
Oh, this is going to be a long night I thought. We looked at the
wine list and he decided on a bottle of wine and he poured me a glass. I
asked him some usual questions, "Where did you grow up?", "Any
kids", etc. He answered as he pounded the wine down.
He finished the bottle of
wine and asked me if I wanted another bottle. I said, “No thanks, I am fine with
water now”. He asked me “Haven’t you
ever sat down and had an entire bottle of wine?” “No, I said”.
He said “I do often”. He ordered a glass of wine.
Run, Linda, run now, get
the heck out while you can. Get your taser ready...
Before I could get up he
pulled out his Star of David necklace. Again rather loudly said, “I am
Jewish, do you have a problem with that?". To which I said, "No,
but I am not religious". Apparently
wine and non-religious people don’t go together with this guy. He yelled out “You
don’t believe in a Supreme being?” I
knew I was in trouble, how do you gracefully exit this conversation? People were now looking at us. I tried to change the conversation, anything
would be better than this one. Before I
could change the subject he asked me if I was going to take down my profile now
that I met him and we were going to be dating! I almost burst out
laughing, I really had to control myself. Did he really think I was
going to go out with him again? I said “No,
I barely know you. I am not ready to
take it down”. To myself I said “Now way
in hell am I going out with this nut job again”.
Not a good idea, he went
off like a rocket rambling on about how women are all the same, say they want a
relationship but not willing to commit. Did
I hear that right? I just met the guy
and he wants a commitment? He needed to
be committed!
I got up and put some
money on the bar and said thank you and goodbye. I ran out of the bar afraid he
was going to follow me. Holy Cow, what a jerk he was.
I went home and logged
on to “Ourtime” to block him and noticed I had more mail……
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