About a week ago, I went on the most excruciating date ever. I’d say it was a bad date, but it wasn’t really bad, just painful.
I knew little to nothing about this guy before we met, and his online profile had even less on it. It had some pictures of his face, but nothing else. We’d had such good text report that I just flew into meeting the guy. What the hell right?
Anyway, I walk in and he’s not in there yet. I texted him that I was there, and sat down. He texted back that he was walking in.
I watched the door. Nope not him, too european. Nope not him to thin of face. Could be him? Maybe?
He was dressed in a nice bright white polo with dress casual slacks. He had on decent shoes, and looked like he really made an effort to look GOOD.
Unfortunately, along the way, he’d forgotten to mention just how short he was. He might have been 5’6 if he was lucky.
I felt bad about being all superficial, so I decided to ignore it and see how things went.
Then he talked. He has what I can only assume is a Guatemalan accent. I found out on the date that’s where he’s from. It’s not a sexy accent. It instead, sthounds whike whee az uh whisp.
He wasn’t the worst looking man, but he wasn’t the hottest either. However when he talked, all the sexy left the room. I instead wanted to help him correct his speech.. which I didn’t do, though I felt the urge to.
Then we got to ordering, and he mentions that he doesn’t drink. LIKE EVER! He said he just doesn’t like the taste of it so he doesn’t drink. He also never goes to bars, and doesn’t know where any of them are. He didn’t seem judgmental against people who drink, but I always feel weird or odd drinking with someone who isn’t drinking.
So I mentioned they also serve coffee at this place, which is what we were supposedly going out for.. but he didn’t want coffee. Doesn’t like it.
I swear he couldn’t have gotten unsexier.
Add to it, he’s a sweet guy. The kind you know will be a good husband, reliable person, family man. The kind you really don’t want to break their heart, but you know you’re going to.
We tried to find something in common to talk about. He’s from a family of 12 or so, making my family of 6 look normal. He’s a city boy, and I was raised small town. He loves sports, and I’d rather go to the dentist.
The entire time was excruciating silence followed by excruciatingly awkward conversation.
He texted me later to check on me and to see if I wanted to do something else. Then two days later checked in on me again, this time asking me out again.