Well I went on another date yesterday. This guy was from Match.com and was really sweet/nice in emails and such. (Being 6’6” didn’t hurt either.)
He did, however, start out with a concern in my head: his name is the same as my sister’s boyfriend. Not sure if that’s really a con, but frankly after dating Jeff (my brother is also Jeff as is my sister-in-law’s brother) I would kinda prefer to not have to clarify all the time who I am talking about.
He suggested we meet at a place in a part of town known for being a little uppity, but it was sorta a midpoint between where we live. (He lives in the same town as my parents-about 30 minutes away in no traffic from me) the specific restaurant he suggested was also uppity, but we were meeting at 1pm on a Saturday. How does one dress for an uppity first date on a day that is practically monsooning? Ugh.
On the way there he suggested we go to the uppity pool hall instead of the restaurant which I was okay with. I felt like I looked nice and was okay to go.
First off, I suck at pool in a way that frustrates those that watch me play. Secondly, there were 2 other people in the whole place. Weird. We played for awhile and He mentioned he was a teacher and I asked where he taught.
Mother Effer teaches at the school run by my parents church. The school my dad is on the School Board for, where my mom taught for like 15 years and where I effing went from preschool to 8th grade.
W. T. F.
We kept talking and he kept asking why I don’t go to church anymore and if I would ever start going again, etc. (Not my idea of a good First Date topic of discussion. Maybe just hear I don’t go anymore and leave it at that.)
We kept talking and I learned something… Home Dude had nothing interesting going on in his life. Seriously. I tried to find stuff and it was way too hard.
The kicker was when it got RIDICULOUSLY warm in the pool hall and I took off my jacket and he was staring at my waist. Effing awkward. And this is not a one-sided “weight loss needed” situation. (not being mean, but while you stare at my fat you’d better believe I will stare back at yours.)
So all in all, definitely not a love connection (to say the least).
Since I give everyone a nickname, I will be nice and not call him “The Least Interesting Man in the World” but rather…Tall Teacher. (no one said they had to be creative/witty)