another blind date

My dear friend Monica* set me up with this dude named Bill,* again because 'you're both religious.' (I'm starting to sense a theme here) You know that moment when you first walk into the restaurant and you think, 'oh please let that not be him' and it's him? Thanks a lot, Monica.

We went to the Cheesecake factory, and I distinctly remember him saying, "Let me just say right now how great you look - I just want to get that out of the way." And Bill then spent the whole evening talking about himself. But I guess I was in that phase where people tell you to not give up, don't judge immediately, maybe he was just nervous, give him a second shot... ok, fine.

So the next week, Bill and I went to this bar in Arlington where it was $1 beer night. He seemed very into that, but it made the restaurant UNBELIEVABLY crowded. So, while Bill continued to talk about himself, I realized that the chicken on my salad was not cooked through. (ew!!) I'm not sure he even noticed. Then at the end of the date, Bill couldn't find his wallet! So I had to pay for the entire (not fun) evening and a meal that I should have sent back!

I remember he walked me to the metro, and finally Bill asked me one question about myself. "What type of movies do you like?" and before I could answer, "Do you want to go to (whatever) movie with me?" (without actually knowing if that was a movie that I would like). I responded vaguely, and was so grateful that we could finally part ways (I think I must have been power walking to the metro!) Bill made some comment to the effect of, "I'm a cop, what are they going to do if I just walk past the barrier?" Sorry, Bill, not impressed at all!