you might be... the horrors (um, adventures?) of blind dating:My couple friends Leslie* and Ben* had set us up because, "you're both nice and religious." What standards! Brian* and I exchanged a few emails prior to meeting up at a local sports bar... I seem to remember his email address included his last name, which has like 5 syllables in it (important fact for future date mistake).
So I arrived at the sports bar, which wasn't particularly crowded, and found Brian. He was seated at a high table, and didn't rise to greet me - just said hello (maybe we shook hands?). Strike 1. I hopped up onto a bar stool, and we chatted for a bit. Brian asked if I would like a drink, and then gestured over to the bar and said I could go order and put it on his tab. Strike 2. He asked me if I remembered his last name, to which I said yes (I have a knack for weird details like this, especially if we've been emailing for a couple weeks). When I got back to the table, he asked if I had in fact put the beer on his tab? I said yes, to which he responded that he was uncertain whether I actually remembered his last name. Strike 2.5.
We had some interesting conversation, mostly about him and being from the midwest. But I would say the evening's highlights include him asking me, "On a scale of 1 to 10, how conservative is your family?" And telling me the story of his sister's labor and delivery, including gory details about complications and placenta. Not joking. By that point we were at strike 5.
The rest of the story doesn't really matter... just the fact that Brian had not earned a second date. I do wish him well in finding that extremely conservative family girl. Maybe he already has.
*Names changed for privacy purposes.
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