.....SUCKED! Blew big donkey chow! Was a total fucking disaster of Titanic proportions. Without a doubt I have discovered that my Good Guy Radar no longer exists and has summarily been replaced with the Loser-dar, and it's sharp as a tack.
I made the mistake of hitting on a guy who was great looking and seemed normal enough at first. He e-mailed me the day after we met and we texted, like crazy, until he asked me out on a Thursday. I'll call him "Mark".**
**A note of disclosure: the names of all guys mentioned will be changed to protect the guilty, idiotic, douche bags.
Kids, Loser Que #1: Don't go out with something who communicates primarily by e-mail and texting and is adverse to actually making a phone call. This is an alarm that I stupidly blew off.
Loser Que#2: He asked me to plan the whole date. Bad.
I figured I'd play it safe. Since we're both secondary Red Sox fans I figured we'd meet for drinks and watch game 1 of the ALCS. He arrived a half hour late and with every passing minute the date got worse.
Imagine a darken neon marquee above Mark's head. With every word out of his mouth a letter spelling out the word "Loser" flickers briefly then explodes in light. It didn't take long for the whole word to be lit up. He has no friends and no desire to make any. No job, lives at home (which he lied about until the date), and a poor conversationalist. We agreed to do one shot of tequila - I have a major tequila weakness - and that was it. Since food was evidently not going to be part of the evening's events I only wanted one. With every trip I took to the bathroom two shots would appear. He lives in the far suburbs, and after he mentioned for about the 5th time that he had to drive and I could take the train, I got the hint.
As the night wore on he became a bigger loser, but also gropey. I felt like a sponge being used to do the dishes. Then he just became as ass spouting stupid shit out of his mouth. He said he had to go the bathroom and I saw my chance. I hate to say this but I ditched. him. Had to, as rude as it sounds. But I had had enough.
My first date in 6 yrs. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Needless to say I am sooooooo looking forward to being back in the pool.