Bachelor #3
(This is a long awaited post, precipitated by the pressure randi is putting on me. She's eager to share her college misadventures, so I must conclude my Bachelorette series pronto!)
I couldn’t think of an adequate title for my account of date with Bachelor #3. Perhaps then, this blog post will be as memorable as the date itself was. Except that - due to laziness (I.e. not writing about it in a timely fashion) - I’ve been forced to remember the rather unmemorable details of it as I have to share dating do not’s with you.
So, let’s all recall that this was Date #2 for that day, so I was pretty tired. In addition, I had a social engagement later that night, so it was in my interest to wrap it up pretty fast. I’ll foreshadow here to say that … I didn’t really need any help to wrap up the date; its natural path must have been quite short.
I arranged to meet with Paul at a local coffee shop. He asked if he could bring his dog along, and - since we’d intended to grab a coffee and walk around the bock - I had no issues with it. Plus, I love all furry creatures!
So, date time came and went. All of it happened in 45 mins. Looking back, it almost seems that it had been on fast-forward… but maybe that’s because the dog was pulling on the leash pretty hard, and we ended up power-walking rather than strolling.
Alas, the topic of the conversation during our 45 mins together mostly stayed on Paul, Paul … and also the people Paul disliked. I have be honest, there are 2 things that really frustrate me: people who complain and those who gossip. It’s a well known fact when someone asks “Hi, how are you?” we don’t really want to know the things you tell your psychologist. Just a simple ‘good’, ‘okay’, ‘could be better’ is sufficient. If we’re interested in knowing more, we’ll ask. At least, I will. But Paul just decided to express his disappointment with everything from the tattooed chick at work, to his ex-girlfriend who lied through her teeth. All in 45 minutes! He should win an award.
But, really, he lost me at talking negatively about people he works with, and - if not there - then certainly at talking about an ex on a first date.
We parted ways after our short date. I told him I had fun… and I didn’t specify that it was fun gathering material for my blog. He messaged me 2 days later, at which point I had to break his heart. Oh well.