A few months ago i met a guy through a friend at a bar after the NKOTBSB concert. I suppose that should have been my first red flag but when he complimented me for looking younger than my actual age i agreed to go out with him.
The next week we went out to a restaurant that had really good buffalo burgers. I wasn't really feeling it but i was having a horrific day and thought maybe that was why. So against my better judgment we went out again the next week. On that day I was very very busy but he texted me incessantly that day to confirm the time we were going to meet. strike #1.
He then arrived at the metro 15 minutes late. strike #2. We went to a very fancy nearly empty romantic restaurant where there was literally nothing to do but talk. There were no options for people watching and I didn't like anything on the menu. I literally ate a plate of lettuce and goat cheese. (although the goat cheese was actually pretty good). strike #3.
I was more than ready to go home at this point but he had "something big" planned. For the last week he had asked me numerous times if I like musicals and if I'd want to go to one. I LOVE musicals more than any stereotypical gay man ever could and since I actually like surprises I didn't pry about this. However I was hoping we were going to see Wicked or another musical in town. That was not the case.
Instead we went to Passenger which is a hidden bar within a bar. The drinks were pretty good and strong but the atmosphere is VERY intimate and romantic and you have to sit so close you're touching the person next to you. I apparently have issues touching people I don't like cuz my skin was crawling the entire time. He then proceeded to brag about how despite his 6 figure salary and lack of debt he managed to secure a condo for half the price of my studio apartment. Talking to someone who has a ton of student loan debt and lives paycheck to paycheck this way is only going to piss her off. Not Impress her. Strike #4. He also asked me every 10 minutes in this 3 hours date "How am I doing?" "Are you having fun?" "I mean really how am I doing" "Are you sure you're having fun?" Strike #5 to 1,000.
He then offered to drive me home and although I wanted to run as fast as I could home, it was poring and I didn't have my running shoes on. SO we went to his place to pick up his car. Then he gave me an entire tour of the entire apartment building including the rooftop pool. Did I mention it was poring? When he dropped me off I jumped out of the car and ran inside. No good night kisses, sir. None for you.
The next day he emailed me and asked (yet again) if I had fun and if I wanted to go out again but not to drag it out because i was hot and a sweetheart. I guess he did pick up on the fact that I was not having fun.
Moral of the story: Trust your gut. If you don't feel it on the first date chances are the second one will be 1,000 times worse.
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