Back to the drawing board we go. Maybe I had been a bit hasty in not looking at down to earth guys. I figured I’d try another more down to earth kind of guy.
Again, we texted first before meeting. We actually texted for a couple of weeks. Then he suggested we actually meet. Okay, let’s try this once again. Hopeful is my middle name.
This guy was nice. Not drop dead handsome, back to cute. A bit shorter than expected. Okay, shorter by a few inches, at least a few. And there was a reason he didn’t post pictures of all of him. His pictures had been essentially head shots, and pictures from the waist up.
This time he suggested we meet at a restaurant close to both of us. It was a place I had never heard of, but thank you Google maps for directions. I was a couple minutes late, and he was already seated when I got there.
The place was good, the food was good, and I enjoyed talking to him.
Except he was a bit gobsmacked. “You look just like your pictures!”. He said it so many time over lunch I realized he found that unusual. I had a learning curve here. All my pictures were at this point no more than 6 month old. Current by my standard. Later I added a couple of older ones, only because they should a “different side of me”. But all he saw had been recent pictures of me. I guess that’s not the norm for dating websites. And I was to learn that was pretty true. Oh yeah!
After lunch he suggested we drive over to a park (public) and walk and continue talking. Okay (have I mentioned I can be a dumb bunny?). It was actually pleasant. I didn’t mind it. I did get tired of hearing that I looked like my pictures, but minor details. Right. Oh and he really wanted to hold my hand and kept touching my arm. (I still don’t get that one.)
We met a second time. He wanted to show me around town a bit. So we met at a parking lot, I dropped my car off and he drove. And of course he once again mentioned how much I looked like my picture. This time he dropped that he had met one person/lady that sort of looked like her picture. Well she looked like her picture from the waist up, and the pictures didn’t show her from the waist down. His description was that from the waist down she had trouble fitting into his truck. Ouch!
But off we went. He drove around a bit showing me different areas, and telling me about them.
I say he was gobsmacked because of his driving. He kept looking at me. He ran a stop sign, and went the wrong way on a one way street. Good grief I’m not that good looking. Trust me on that. He was not winning brownie points with his driving.
At the park we went to, we walked. There were benches to sit on. It was one of those places you had to get tickets to, so we had to be there at a certain time. We arrived on time, went in, and spent time there. We’d walk, sit in the shade, talk. Okay, I admit sometimes I get a bit deep, maybe a bit prying on some of the questions. Remember, I have a learning curve here.
I liked the park, it was a lovely place to go. It was a good choice.
Afterwards we went to a small restaurant in that area to grab a bite before returning to my car. During our meal he got more comfortable (I guess) and mentioned how he felt that women only wanted him for his money. Excuse me.
For me those were like fighting words. None of what we had done so far had been expensive, at least not by my standards. And if it had been expensive for him, he could have suggested other things that didn’t cost money. We didn’t have to stop for a bite. He could have just as easily said he had enjoyed the day then taken me back to my car. I wouldn’t have complained.
But my hackles were up. Fighting words. I paid the bill. I didn’t even let him share it, come on it was like $30! I can pay that. So I did.
Okay, maybe not the best thing to do. But in my defense I’m used to paying my bills, I keep cash with me, if I can’t afford something I try not to do it. And I had my credit cards with me so paying the bill wasn’t a problem. At least not to me.
In hindsight, I probably should have thought twice about that move.
We were still polite and nice to each other on the drive back to my car.
But the next time we spoke we agreed that this was not going to work. And I quote “You really have your sh!t together.” I’m not sure he was comfortable with that, and so we parted ways.
He was nice, but we definitely had some differences.
Back to the drawing board.
Guy D – Oh MY!!