We all know I am a humble girl. Sure, I think I am an attractive lady or at least men don't run in the other direction when they see me, so I think by logic that makes me attractive. I have dated men of all kinds. Short, tall, round, buff, dead sexy, average. I do not discriminate. ( BUT, in the end I do appreciate a good looking man! THIS BEING said.....I had my first beer goggle experience....or I would say ONLINE-GOGGLE experience. Just don't lie about your looks...but please don't shock me. But most importantly be truthful in who you are. If you have to hide it. I am curious why you don't love yourself for you. Deep insecurities are lurking!
For my third date I met up with a man who was a project manager for Microsoft, seemed to be attractive in his photos. Tall, fit, dressed well etc....................we will return to this.
Joey's at Southcenter. Perfect...if I need a rescuer...dad is right up the street! We spoke on the phone and the conversation flowed well...will the third time be a charm I though?!?! BIG FAT NO. And that wasn't the only thing that was, let's say larger than photos posted. OF COURSE...I arrive first, as usual...he's late...first 5 then 10 minutes go by. I see a man coming around the corner who resembled the pictures and had a huge cat in the hat, hat on....I almost peed my pants and ran the other direction but this man passed me...phewwwwwwww! It can't get worse than that at least?
I finally see him walking towards me and FIRST RED ALERT...HE IS NOT 6 foot...of course...no man can be honest about his height these days...I'm going to start doing the same thing to them and telling them I'm 5'0...see how they like it! He was also wearing the most hideous sweater I have ever seen! It looked like something my brothers would wear to their ugly Christmas sweater parties, just without the Christmas tree. He was extremely nervous and shaky around me and lets just say double the size of what the pictures portrayed, at all. For the first time my reaction was RUNNNN!!!! But I didn't...couldn't really...I was in heels.
Here's the thing, I'll give anyone a chance that can make me laugh. But lie to me, you're not starting off on the right foot. So I'm having this internal battle in my head before we even go in and we are standing out front while he is going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about himself.
I finally get a word in and mention we should go inside. We sit down...I instantly order a double and down that sucker within 12 seconds of getting in. He probably thought I was a lush...but I was secretly hoping he would leave first. NOPE...Self- talk continued.
He spent about 15 minutes describing all of his televisions and why he decided to buy each one. 10 minutes talking about his car and how he drives it. Not yet once asking me ONE thing about myself. At that point with the drink flowing through me...I was more interested in twirling my noodles than looking at him and listening to another story about 1 more television set. To be honest, I don't remember anything after my first bite of noodles. They were so good, I might as well been on a date with them. I do have a deep love for anything pasta.
Put aside the beautiful Christmas sweater without the Christmas tree, the never-ending talk of televisions and the fact that when he talks his eyes bulge out of his head. The excitement literally made his face tense and his eyes would bulge. The only thing keeping me from enjoying my noodles anymore was the wave of overly sprayed likely 9.99 cologne he had on.
At one point during the conversation I told him of my cousin's illness (This was my out! She said I could use it) and it was when he told the waitress after a long miserable hour that we didn't need the bill because we were going to hang out more. I came out of my distraction and blurted out..."Actually I have to go grocery shopping for my very sick cousin!" We will take the check
I returned home collapsed on the floor and vowed I would never date again!
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