Wine Me, Dine Me, Oh Nine Me

As 2008 winds down, so does One Date ‘08.  I do have an update:

I recently received an email from “Shane”.  You’ll remember him as the guy who emailed me two or three days after our first date to let me know he didn’t think we were a match.  In his recent email, he wondered if I would be still be interested in talking.  I responded by asking if he meant as friends since he had emailed me stating that we weren’t a match. He responded that it was up to me but he thinks we should see what happens.  I have yet to respond. 

As I prepare for the beginning of another year, I have been contemplating the past year.  The bad dates.  The mediocre dates.  The date that never happened.  However, most of my thoughts are on the guy who once asked me “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

I think if he were to ask me that question again, I would have a better answer.  I would tell him that apparently I am a creep magnet and I’m not attracted to those guys.  The guys I do find myself attracted to, however, tend to be unavailable.  As is the case with this the guy who asked me the question to begin with.  He’s emotionally unavailable to me. 

I suppose at this time in his life, it’s completely understandable.  He is an attractive man who found out a year and a half ago that his wife no longer wanted to be married to him.  I cannot even imagine how devastating that was for him.  He was crushed. 

I found myself intrigued by him though. On our first date, conversation flowed easily.  We went out a couple times after that.  I asked him to attend a company Christmas party.  He thought he might have to work so he said he would let me know.  The day of the party, he texted me and said he was going to work, but maybe we could meet for a drink later.  It seemed as though he was really disappointed that he couldn’t attend because he thought it really sounded fun.

As Christmas approached, he was very busy with work.  I’m thinking the holidays aren’t easy for him.  He wasn’t sure when he would get to have his two kids for the holidays until Christmas Eve.  It seems the relationship between him and his ex is strained. 

I found myself with a free weekend that happened to fall on a weekend that he didn’t have his kids.  I suggested getting together and his reply included plans with some friends from out of town on Saturday….and needing to have a meeting with his ex and her boyfriend for Sunday. 

I feel the signals are mixed.  One moment I feel like he can’t wait to see me…the next I feel he is blowing me off.  So I have decided to back off.  It sounds cliche, but I figure I have to let him go and if he comes back, well you know. But I’m not feeling very optimistic about it.  I’m thinking he never was…mine that is….and perhaps never will be. 

So going into a new year, I need a new attitude.  I often find myself sad to see another year gone.  It’s so easy to think of the things that weren’t accomplished.  The days that just slipped by without notice.  But today I’ve decided I’m glad to see 2008 go.  It was a pretty good year all in all.  I’m so looking forward to new adventures though.  So as I wrap up this year, I also will wrap up this blog.  Thanks for reading…and be sure to check out my new blog:  Doin’ Fine in Oh Nine!

Nightmare

I had a crazy nightmare last night.  After thinking about it, I wonder if it doesn’t have to do with my dating status.  I suppose there are many ways to interpret a dream…but here’s the one I had:

I was leaving what I presume to be a store.  I may have worked there.  The dark parking lot was almost vacant.  There were two cars.  Mine and another car.  A man was standing outside his car and he seemed to need help.  Meanwhile I had noticed a bunch of men standing inside the store next to the one I had just exited.  They seemed angry.  Were they locked in?  I wasn’t sure, but I felt uneasy about the entire situation.  I needed to get into my car and leave.  And fast!

As I was walking to my car, the guys came out of the store and one of them came down the sloped parking lot in something that resembled long skis.  He nearly knocked me down.  I looked at him and then kept going.  I need to get to my car.  Then I will be safe. 

I got in the car and the group of guys surrounded my car.  They picked up my car and started moving it around.  I was terrified.  And I noticed that now there were other cars or other obstructions close to where I had been parked. I tried to hit the gas to get out of there, but apparently my car was not completely on the ground.  Suddenly they dropped the car and it skidded and I nearly went over an embankment.  I slammed on the brakes and was inches from hitting another building.  I put the car in reverse and the tires squealed as I applied gas. 

I then was at some other place of business.  I pulled in and frantically ran in to tell them what had just happened.  The lady sympathized with me.  I was to meet some friends out.  I couldn’t seem to decide if I needed to call the police or if I should go meet them and call the authorities later. 

I started to run but then realized I would just have to come back to get to my car.  I turned around and got back into my car determined that I would meet my friends and that I wouldn’t run into these thugs again.

I met my friends at some location where my good friend was anxious to go out.  This is odd, because she’s not really the type who enjoys barhopping, but this is what she wanted to do.  I started to tell her about what had happened but I felt she kind of brushed it off like it was a non-event or that we could just deal with it later.  This was especially odd to me because she works in the law enforcement field.  I told her she could go on and I was going to contact the police and see what they would do about the situation I had encountered.

The images and colors were so vivid.  It seemed like it had really happened.  When I awoke, I was tempted to go to the garage and inspect my car.  During my dream I had noticed it had sustained some damage to the driver’s side door.  However, instead of getting out of bed, I felt my forehead where it had been bleeding in the dream.  I didn’t feel any scratches or cuts so I decided it was in fact “just” a dream. 

Upon discussing my dream with a trusted friend, we decided the gang of mean men represented the creeps that I have encountered recently while dating.  The friend who showed up in my dream as herself may have been someone else.  I found it odd that she looked like herself in my dream.  Most of the time in my dreams it seems people I know take on a different look though I know who they are.  This would explain that.  She was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing.  I chalk that up to someone I have been having difficulty with at my part-time job.  It’s so odd yet somewhat reassuring to try to put some meaning behind the dream.

Single For The Holidays

As I was listening to the radio on Christmas Eve, I heard the deejays talk about a study they had come across on the Internet.  It seems that seventy-nine percent of singles believe there is ZERO chance of finding a mate during the holidays.  I would like to know what the other twenty-one percent of singles believe.  Do they think there is a slim chance?  Or are they way more optimistic and think the holidays are the prime time to find a potential mate? 

I suppose it isn’t completely unheard of for someone to find someone during the holidays.  It seems, though, that it would be unlikely.  People end up making themselves so busy during the last six weeks of the year.  They shop, hang decorations, bake goodies, and write oodles of Christmas cards.  It’s no wonder that finding someone to spend the rest of their lives with would be put on the back burner.

Within the last two days, I have had two acquaintances announce their plans for marriage.  How nice for them.  What a great Christmas gift to find someone and commit to spending the rest of their lives together!  And while I’d be lying if I didn’t say I didn’t feel just a twinge of jealousy, I am so happy for those that can find it. 

I won’t give up, but I will enjoy this very quiet, low-key Christmas.  It’s a day I can get all to myself.  And who knows?  Perhaps this time next year, I will be looking back fondly on the Christmases that I got to spend with peace and quiet.  I may yearn for the holidays where I didn’t have to travel all over God’s creation.  There is no family drama, except for on the lame holiday movies on cable.  Perhaps single life isn’t so bad afterall…

Work Harder?

With less than a week left until Christmas, I found myself working at my part-time job, where I sell make-up, skin-care and fragrances.  An older gentleman came in with an equally older woman.  They were looking for a gift for someone.  I showed them a couple of fragrances and they decided on a gift set. 

After completely the transaction, I offered to gift wrap it for them, which they quickly accepted.  The man did most of the talking.  I got the feeling that the woman wasn’t quite “all there”. 

As I measured and cut paper for the gift box, the man asked if we had been busy all day.  It was around 5:30 in the afternoon and I replied I had only been here since 5 so I wasn’t sure how busy they had been all day. 

I mentioned that I had come from another job and he inquired what that job was.  I told him I worked for a financial advisor and he joked “oh so you learn about 101(k)s.”  (The stock market has been down quite a bit lately so he was making a reference to the fact that a 401(k) was now worth about 101.  Ha ha.)  He asked if I worked six days a week.  I replied well sometimes I work seven days a week.  Typically I work Monday-Friday at the full time job and then spend a couple nights and most weekends here at the department store. 

He said “My you work hard.”

“Yes, well I like to have things and I don’t like to rely on anyone else to get them.”

“What does your husband do?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m not married,” I replied.

“Well maybe if you were, you wouldn’t have to work so hard.  I bet if you worked as hard at finding a husband as you do working, you wouldn’t have to spend so much time working.” 

I wanted to laugh out loud, but I just smiled and said “yah maybe” as I handed him the box with the gold paper and the big red bow.  I thought “Read my blog, Buddy!”

Do people really think it’s easy to find someone that they are willing to spend the rest of their lives with?  Am I just ultra picky?  Set in my ways?  This man was from a completely generation.  Perhaps they weren’t as selective about finding a mate in his time?  Work harder?  I just want to take a nap.

Why Am I a CREEP MAGNET?

Perhaps I’m just too nice.  I hate to have my feelings hurt so I really do try to let folks down easy.  But seriously, this is getting out of hand.  This weekend I have heard from a few of the creeps I have had previous dealings with.

Saturday afternoon I received the n-teenth phone call from a private line or pay phone from Jake.  Seriously dude, take the hint and stop calling me.  It’s odd that you never gave me a way to get in contact with you.  So stop contacting me, you freak!

Then the guy who brought roses to my part time job shows up (to the part time job) Saturday evening.  He wants to take me to dinner in three weeks.  Why three weeks?  Who knows?  More importantly, who cares?  Please leave me alone.  I’m not interested.  You’ve given me your phone number like 8 times…and I’ve NEVER called you.  Please give up!

Yesterday I received a text from a guy I met at the library.  Yah, who would have thought you could actually meet a guy at the library? He seemed like a nice enough guy…but like the rest of them has more issues than TV Guide and I’m not interested in involving myself in them.   To get rid of him, I told him I had started seeing someone.  Out of the blue, he sends me a text telling me that his holidays would be a lot brighter if I were around him.  Wow.  Really?  I told him that I had already told him I was seeing someone else.  His reply was “I know”. 

So if anyone out there knows of potion, a drug, a cleanse, a chant…anything…I would really like to know of way to get rid of the creeps.  I know I should be flattered by the attention.  But I don’t need attention from unwanted men to know that I am a beautiful woman.

I Am Legend?

You know sometimes your mind tells you to do one thing but for whatever reason you just feel like you can’t.  After completely blowing me off, I felt that I should cut off all ties with Barney.  However, he is witty and quite frankly I enjoyed the bantering.

I figured that that’s all it would ever come to and did not give it much thought. Yet I found he was giving me more thought.  For instance, on a recent holiday trip to Vegas, I get a short, yet sweet voice mail from him wishing me a “happy thanksgiving”.  Then he seemingly falls off the face of the earth for a week or two.  It’s so strange.

The other night, I had just come home from work.  I thought I should just go straight to bed, but as any good Facebook Addict, I decided to see what was happening in everyone else’s world.  While going through everyone’s updates, I received a message from Barney.  He suggested a website that I had seen others suggest.  Apparently its supposed to be really funny, but I just didn’t “get” it…or wasn’t in the mood, perhaps.  Anyway, he started a game of scrabble and we played and chatted until well after midnight.  After losing yet another game to him, I got offline and tried to go to sleep.  I just laid there…I had been struggling to keep my eyes open just a moment ago and now I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life?! ACK!

So I texted him.  Something along the lines of “damn you barney, I can’t sleep!” He told me to ask him questions.  I asked him why he keeps jerking me around.  He claimed he didn’t mean to and that he was “VERY interested in getting to know you.”  Uh huh, strange way of showing that.  I asked him to be straight with me.  Married? Girlfriend?  Baby Mama Drama?  Gay?  WTF is the deal?  He said he is flighty and would explain over our first beers.  After a couple more texts, his stopped.  I can only assume he was actually able to get to sleep. Within another half hour of that I was off to dreamland myself…for about two hours.  I woke up around 4:30 feeling wide awake.  I thought should I clean?  Should I read?  Turn on the tv?  I did what any good facebook addict would do at 4:30 in the morning.  I grabbed my cell phone and updated my status.  Within minutes my phone alerted me that a friend had commented on my status. It seemed she was fighting insomnia too.  We bantered for about 30 minutes and then tried to get back to sleep again. I was able to pull it off, but now could only sleep for 90 minutes because I would have to get up and go to work.

That Friday was an extremely long day at work.  I prefer to have a good solid 7 to 9 hours of sleep.  I was not functioning well on less than four.  I had bouts of sheer silliness to down right ready to crash.  I was trying to keep my spirits up though, because I was to attend the company Christmas party that evening. 

I received a text from Barney around 4:00 that afternoon. He said he was skipping his own Christmas party that was to take place that evening.  I asked him why and he responded that there are a couple of co-workers he doesn’t care for and there was a college basketball game he wanted to watch.  I replied, “so you’re going to bail? Wow, that’s shocking because it’s so unlike you.” 

An hour later he called me.  I was a bit distracted as I was leaving work then.  He asked me to drunk dial him later.  Is it actually a “drunk dial” if the recipient requests it?  I don’t know, but I was thinking, buddy, I’ll have to be waaaaaay drunk to decide to call you later. 

I spent a few hours at my boss’s house.  We had a really nice dinner and drinks.  It is what we do every year…then we go bowling.  The bowling is actually pretty fun, though I’ve never been very good at it.  I’m quite sure between 3 games, I didn’t reach 300. 

At 9:00, Barney calls me.  “what are you doing?”

“We just arrived at the bowling alley.”

He asked which one and I told him.  He said he was coming down to Des Moines.  (He lives Ames, about 30-40 miles north.)  I just thought whatever, I’ll believe it when I see it.  At this point I really didn’t care anymore about meeting him.  The bantering was fun but his flightiness was annoying.

He asked for directions and I told him the major roads he would need to take.  He said ok, I’ll call you back when I’m ready to get off the 63rd Street exit.  It was maybe 30 minutes later when he called to tell me he was now in Ankeny.  Apparently he was bored while driving.  He went on to tell me “You should know, I’m a big deal.”  WOW really?  Like yourself much?  I replied “Oh yah?  Well I’m pretty awesome myself. In fact, I totally rock!”  What a strange comment to make to someone you haven’t met yet.  I had figured he was quite arrogant, but apparently didn’t realize just how arrogant.  I realized that his claim to be a “legend” was all in his own mind.

Several minutes later he actually showed up.  He hugged me upon arrival.  “Oh I get a hug?” I said.  We went back to the lane where I was bowling because it was my turn again.  I pointed to the bar where he could get a drink if he was so inclined.  I proceeded to throw my ball down the lane and the first frame of the second game I got a strike!  Yahoooo! 

He came back with a pitcher of beer and hung out at a table behind our lanes.  He made fun of my lack of bowling skills.  Yes, it’s true, I am not the world’s best bowler, but I never claimed to be and I was just there to have fun.  How can one truly be that serious about a “sport” that involves two-toned shoes and drinking beer?! 

There seemed to be something a bit off about him but I couldn’t place my finger on it.  He seemed a bit preoccupied but then would put his arm around me.  It was strange.  I noticed it was my turn again and I am sure I threw a gutter ball.  I turned around and he was gone.  That’s odd. Who drives 45 minutes to stay an hour and then just disappears without so much as a “see ya later”, “gotta go” or a “fuck you, bitch”? 

My co-workers asked, “What happened to your friend?”

I replied, “I have no idea.”

Some said things like “Oh I’m sorry,” to which I replied, “Why? I’m not.” I thought it was odd, but I certainly wasn’t upset by it. 

We finished out our game and I left the bowling alley around midnight.  A friend had texted me and suggested I stop by his house on my way home.  He only lives four blocks from the alley so I did.  I hung out with him for about an hour and feeling more sober by now, headed home.

I saw my neighbor’s lights were all still on so I stopped by to see her.  I told her about the strange evening and how Barney had just stopped by and then left without saying anything.  As I was sitting there, at nearly 2 am, I received a text:

Him: H?

Me: What’s H?

Him: Hi

Me: Are you?  High that is?

Him: Ok

Me: Huh?  So you are high?  Thought so.

Him: Cum over

Me:  WTF

Him: Oa

Me: What’s oa what is wrong with you?

Him: Ok

Me: Ok what?  WTF are you talkin bout?

That was the strangest conversation (if you can call it that) that I have had with him.  I have no idea what that was all about.  I have since unfriended this guy as a Facebook friend. I am hoping that is the last I hear from him.  However, being a Legend in his own mind, he may think he will need to “grace” me with his presence again.

Listen To Your Gut

So while I thought that Jake was quite harmless, I was beginning to think perhaps there was something quite odd about the entire situation.  He didn’t have a cell phone.  I had no way of contacting him.  This immediately makes me think he is married.  He counts days since meeting me.  I find that incredibly odd.  I think it’s one thing to remember a date.  I am usually quite good at remembering dates myself….or at least I used to be… But I don’t think I’ve ever counted the days since meeting someone…and quite frankly if I was that obsessive, I would NEVER admit to it. 

So Sunday morning, Jake called. I mentioned again how strange it is that I have no way of contacting him. He said he needed about an hour to explain and he needed to tell me to my face.  He wanted to be able to read body language or something.  He said that anyone can lie while on the phone.  I suppose this is true, but I wasn’t convinced I wanted to hear a story that would take an hour to tell on why he didn’t have a number to share with me.

He told me he wanted to see me; he wanted to get to know me.  He asked what I was doing on the 14th…of February.  Uh, the date was December 7.  Yikes…who plans Valentine’s Day two months in advance…I told him I had no idea…I didn’t know what to say…I was so taken off guard.  This cat is strrraaaaaaaaannnnnggggeeee!

Then, he asked me how my roommate was doing.  I said, I guess he’s fine.  He said that was good and then asked if he had received his package from ebay.  I said “What?!?” 

He explained that he had been by my house one day and rang the bell.  No one was home but he noticed a package addressed to my roommate on the front porch.  It was tucked behind the grill, where most delivery people leave packages that aren’t delivered by US Mail. 

I told him he really needed to call before just dropping by.  My head was spinning but I was thankful I wasn’t at home the day he just dropped by out of the blue.  He obviously was inspecting the package to know who it belonged to…so weird.  I was really getting creeped out. 

He still hadn’t picked up his hat.  I said I would leave it on the porch for him.  I put it in a grocery sack and set it on the chair.  I had to work that day and was thankful.  Upon arriving home, I noticed the bag was gone.  I hope that’s the last I hear from Jake.  I will be leaving doors locked at all times though.  I really hope he doesn’t mean any harm, but he has a really creepy way about him.

66 Days

In my spare time, if the weather is fair, I enjoy bicycling.  One warm September day, I took my Lemond out for a 20 mile ride.  Upon nearly completing my ride, I was stopped by a guy who said, “Nice bike.”  It isn’t often that I’m approached while riding. 

I wasn’t sure at first whether or not to be creeped out.  But he knew a lot about bicycles.  More than I know. I just get on and ride.  He seemed rather harmless.  He suggested a ride some time.  I thought well it would be nice to have someone ride with.  I gave him my phone number. 

Working two jobs keeps me rather busy.  In addition, it was getting to the end of the cycling season as fall was approaching. I wasn’t really sure if I would ever see or hear from this guy again.  He did call within the next week but I was unavailable to get to the phone.  I think he left a voice mail, but no phone number. 

It’s now late November and I took the day before Thanksgiving off from my full time job.  I had some vacation I had to use before the end of the year and I was off from my part time job.  I had decided I would roast the turkey on Wednesday and then I could spend Thursday making casseroles to use up the left over turkey to freeze for future meals.

On Wednesday morning, I got a phone call from a “private” number.  I answered.  It was Jake, the guy who had stopped me on my bike a couple of months earlier.  We talked for a bit and he asked what I was doing.  I told him I  was making a turkey and some sides.  He suggested he come over to help.  I had mixed emotions about this.  On the one hand, I really value my alone time. Working two jobs, I don’t get a lot of that.  On the other, I didn’t want to pass up something if it could be good for me.  Yet this would involve telling him where I live.  Hmmm what to do, what to do? 

I decided he was harmless and said sure.  I told him where I lived and he said he’d be over in a couple of hours.  I ran to the store to pick up a few more things I would be needing for my day of cooking.  Upon returning I put the turkey in the oven.  (This turkey would turn out to be quite possibly the best turkey in the history of the world!  The breast meat was melt-in-your mouth moist!)

A couple of hours had passed and I began to think (and kind of hope) he wasn’t going to show up. Moments later, the phone rang and it was Jake.  “I’m not sure where I’m going.”

I asked him where he was and gave him directions from the gas station down the street. He arrived and he said, “oh you’ve already started the turkey.”

I said, “Yes, I have to get it done before meeting my friends for a movie at 5.”  I thought I needed to put a boundary on when he needed to leave.  The movie wasn’t a lie but didn’t start until 7:30. 

We had some interesting conversation and he has an interesting perspective on life.  Then he said, you know, it’s been 66 days since that Sunday (since we met).  YIKES!  Are you kiddin’ me?!  Is it me or is that incredibly creepy? 66 days? I didn’t even remember it was a Sunday let alone exactly which Sunday it was.  I was waiting for a breakdown of the hours and seconds as well. Thankfully if he knew that, he didn’t speak it aloud.  There are dates I remember, but the day I met a random stranger?  Not on the top of the list.  I certainly don’t count the days since or to an event as if it’s the countdown to Christmas or something. 

Perhaps I was overreacting.  Besides, as a single female in her mid thirties, I find myself in what I believe to be my sexual peak.  Perhaps I could just have a quick fling with this guy.  Looking back, I realize my judgment probably wasn’t at its peak.  This guy, I’m quite certain, is looking for some sort of relationship.  Well, aren’t you as well? you make ask.  Yes, I suppose I am, but I just didn’t feel I was looking to be in a relationship with him. 

So I had a slight lapse in judgement and had sex with this guy.  I felt like such a guy, ’cause I couldn’t wait to get him out afterwards.  Judge me if you must, but I am only human…and we all have needs.  Anyway, after he left I noticed he left his cap behind.  Great, I thought, now I guess he has to return. Maybe I will just set it out on the front porch and he can pick it up in his time…is that rude?

Don’t Hate The Player, Hate The Game

I don’t really hate the players or the game for that matter.  It can be very invigorating and exciting to meet new people and learn about them.  On the other hand, it can be so very exhausting too.  However, I am finding that with each date I learn more and more about myself.  I learn what I will and will not be able to stand.  I learn what I want and what I don’t.  I remember that I am awesome and let’s face it, I can’t just settle for anything or anyone. 

Please don’t mistake that for cockiness or conceitedness.  I’m far from either.  But when you put yourself out there in the dating world, it’s important to remain true to yourself.  A shot of confidence is a must have.  There will be times when you just wanna crawl in a hole.  There will be times when you ask yourself and your friends “WTF?” I tend to ask myself that on a daily basis.

A couple of weeks ago, I went out with a really nice guy.  We had a couple of beers and split a couple of appetizers and chatted for awhile.  It was pleasant.  Were sparks flying?  Perhaps not.  But I thought he was nice and would hang out with him again.  At the end of the night, there was a hug but no kiss.  I’m not sure if it was just awkward or if he was actually trying and I missed?  I get the feeling though if you don’t kiss on the first date, there won’t be a second. 

One of my friends told me I tell guys not to bother with a second date.  This could be in the way of body language or facial expressions.  Things I obviously wasn’t even aware that I was doing. I thought this was interesting none-the-less.

As I mature, I find myself surprised by the game these guys try to throw my way.  Frankly, it can be quite ridiculous.  Recently, I met a guy who really lays it on thick.  This is a red flag to me.  For example, he knows really nothing about me but seems to think it’s perfectly acceptable to call me “baby” and ”sweetie”.  These are terms of endearment that I think should only be reserved for people who are actually in some sort of relationship.  I told him my name, why can’t he use that?  Then he goes on and on about how beautiful I am.  Not that I mind a compliment, but jeesh.  He actually told me I should be a model.  Really?  Are you an agent?  There really is no need to try so hard. Seriously, how do these guys find me?

Sometimes, I’m the Bad Date

Shane had expressed interest in me a couple of months ago.  However before we could talk, I had become interested in someone else.  He emailed me asking why I hadn’t called him.  I replied that I had been busy and I apologized.  Meanwhile, I would like to see how this plays out with this other guy.  He replied that he had met me first and I should give him a chance.  Wow.  Really?  Would you care for some cheese with your whiiiiiiiiine!?

A few weeks went by and he contacted me again. I figured well he seems like a nice guy.  The worst that happens is I make a friend out it.  He asked me if I would like to meet him for dinner and I said, sure, why not?

We met for dinner at a local steak house.  (Hey, at least it wasn’t a bar and grill!) Once again, I made the mistake of going out on a date after a long day at work.  I was soooo tired I could hardly keep my eyes open.  He talked quite a bit which was good, I guess…I realized I wasn’t being much of a conversationalist, but I just didn’t have the energy.  The 22 ounce beer was just lulling me to sleep.  I wasn’t impressed with the meal at all actually.  My grilled vegetables were swimming in butter.  The steak was actually pretty good, but the potatoes were also a grease fest.  Yuck!

After dinner we walked out to our cars.  This man claimed to be 5′7″ but there is no way he is over 5′5″.  I realize that height shouldn’t make a difference, but I guess I’m shallow, because to me, it does. 

I figured I would never hear from Shane again, but three days after our date, I received an email from him.  He thanked me for meeting him for dinner but thought it wasn’t a good match. Hmm, that’s a new one.  The guy doesn’t blow me off and tells me he’s not interested.  

I thought DUH, I was quite possibly the worst date ever! Well not really, but I surely wasn’t at my typical best!