Communication is key. Listening to communication is even more key!
They say if you fall off a horse to get back on. (Probably a bad pun to use for a dating blog, but...moving along) I got back on the horse! I set up another date. This one looked promising. Seemed to be attractive, had a good job. Seemed to find me very attractive. Perfect. Let us meet.
So the day rolls around and I ask the date if we are still on. He responds by saying I will text you in a little bit and we will confirm. I never heard back so I figured I would ask once more. He said he didn't think I was going to have time. (Don't know where he got that from) But that he would love to meet me.
LOCATION: Joey's on Lake Union
TIME OF DATE: 8:30PM TIME DATE SHOWS UP: 9:10...Ok, in this case obviously no traffic but we did make last minute plans AND he kept updating me about his lateness. Whatever. I made friends with the hostesses in the mean time.
Date finally arrives and I was quite surprised at the level of fashion he showed up in. Nice shoes, expensive jeans, nice jacket and bald. Works for me. We approached the hostess table and I asked him if he would prefer to sit in the bar or at a table. He just stared at me. I told the waitress we would take a table.
Unfortunately my befriending of the hostesses made them want to do something nice for us. She said I saved you a seat by the window! Very quiet and very romantic. (OH LORD.)I hate it when we do romance on a first date when I don't even know if there is romance!
We sit down and of course he continues to stare at me, just staring. No words. So, I hack into my wonderful interpersonal skills and begin the conversation. I said; "So tell me about yourself, who are you, where do you come from, what is your life story?"...he started laughing...(much more welcome than staring) and said wow that's kind of a deep question. (Well my dear not nearly as deep as my level of boredom) After a few moments he seemed to warm up but I think he was a listener instead of a talker. Meh. Then it happened. He began to speak. When he DID open his mouth and really begin to talk. I almost flung my straw. We are talking male-fashion-guru-from-NYC-gay voice coming out. I could tell he was trying to contain it, but it was there...oh was it there. This combined with his incredible fashion and not once did he look down at my anatomy, I REALIZED we may have a problem. I think he may have ended up at the wrong date. With the wrong sex. But, realizing he may just have a more feminine side, I continued to try to get to know him better.
After further conversation I come to learn that his mother paid for his apartment until 1 month ago. He lives in a dump and he just got on top of his finances. I'M NOT one to judge one on their struggles, Lord knows I have my own. BUT I'm not 34 and I am also not 34 and just getting it together for the first time.
I was hoping to just have a drink as I wanted to stray from food. It takes to long if I need to get out! We discuss our preferences of food however and I inform him that I hate seafood and I am allergic to many forms of it. The waitress walks up 2 minutes later and what does he do...he orders.....calamari. GROSS! I had to smell that while trying to keep a pretty face (even though I didn't care much at this point...but you never know who's looking) and then he offered me some...and he was s-e-r-i-o-u-s...Did he not listen to a word I said? This seemed to be the reoccurring pattern.
The night finally came to an end. He paid....my favorite part. The only gentleman act of the night as I opened my own door and walked myself to the car.
Check please....If I wanted to spend my time with someone who doesn't listen to a word I say, I'd get a cat.
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