When we were first matched up, I was initially going to skip past his profile bc he chose the lengthy question & answer process, of which I do not care for AT ALL.
In fact, it says this in my profile. But it’s been my experience that guys don’t really ‘read’ profiles, they mostly just look at the pics!
What made me reconsider his profile was the fact that he had a golden retriever (I know) and I figured, ‘hey, anyone who has a golden must be a good person right?’
Don’t ya just love my dating rationale?
Anywho, TD & I had spoken all last week. Every convo lasting for over an hour and in all honesty – the convos were awesome!
When the subject matter turned to our families, TD said that his dad had cancer and was currently undergoing treatment for it. I told him that I knew what it felt like when a parent gets ill, since my mom had suffered a stroke last yr…so I felt for him. I mean stuff like that is so freaking hard to go through, right?
We decided to meet up over the weekend, since he was going to be here anyways for a work function. I was definitely excited about meeting TD…
Saturday comes and TD gives me a ring to confirm meeting place & time with me –
HE: “How does 7 pm work for you?”
ME: “Perfect, where exactly?”
HE: “I have a function at the Waldorf, so let’s meet after I am done, say at Whiskey Blue?” (@ the W hotel, across the street)
ME: “That sounds great. I haven’t been there in a while!”
HE: “Ok, so I will call you later then?”
ME: “Actually I will be running around so just text me when you get there. Btw – you remember what I look like right?”
HE: “Yup. And I’ll be the tall guy.”
Great. So now we have set plans and I am thinking about what to wear bc its effing pouring outside and it’s kinda warm – a strange combo for NYC in mid-Nov.
In the midst of figuring out my outy, I thought ‘Wait. I DO know what he looks like, right?’
I mean he only had one pic on his pro, but it was pretty close up so I think I know who to look for…and if I had any doubt, the height thing should be a confirmation. I hope.
So I get dressed, feed Midtown Pups and then head out to catch a cab. Of course there are NO cabs bc its raining and its Sat eve, so I ring up TD…
ME: “Hey, I’m so sorry I’m running late bc there are no cabs!”
HE: “No prob, take your time it’s fine. I totally understand.”
ME: “Ok, Ill be there as soon as possible.”
HE: “Take your time. I’m just having a drink at the bar. In fact I’m on my second drink already!”
Second drink?! Uhm, okay…
I finally get to 49th & Lex and head into the bar. As soon as I walk in, 2 guys start smiling at me as if they know me and it totally reminds me why I do not go to bars to meet random guys…
Something tells me to walk to the end of the bar, and as I do, I see someone who resembles TD. He smiles back at me and it turns out, it was TD.
Kind of anyway.
The bar was crowded & the lighting was dim but when I looked at TD closely, I realized –
He was about 10 yrs older-looking than in his profile pic.
He was supposed to be a handsome guy in his mid-thirties, but in fact, TD looked more like a younger Michael Douglas. Not cool folks. I mean he wasn’t necessarily unattractive, he just looked MUCH older in person. And clearly his profile pic was one that was taken years ago. That is effed up X 100.
Of course, I didn’t mention that his pic was clearly outdated bc, well, what was the point? It’s not like I was going to see him again after this BS and I really didn’t feel like having him give me some random explanation. I didn’t care.
As TD orders me a drink, he tells me:
HE: “See the girl next to me?”
ME: “Uhm, yea..”
HE: “She’s totally drunk!”
HE: “She told me I was drinking her drink and asked me to push her chair in.”
Uhm, WTF. Why is he telling me this? Did he want me to start wrestling her or something…? I don’t care dude!
We move to a table and start convo. I ask him how is dad is doing and the whole time he is talking to me, he is giving NO eye-contact and in fact staring straight ahead. Not sure what that was about and it annoyed the hell outta me. But of course, I say nothing. Plus he had these freaky huge black bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in a week and the deepest eye wrinkles I have EVER seen. It was so distracting. Not to mention scary as hell.
Throughout the convo, I was thinking of how to end the date. But as he continued to talk about his dad and the cancer treatments, I started to feel bad for him bc this was a hard thing to go through.
Sorry, but that is really not fair. That should be what friends & family are for, not people you are going out with for the 1st time.
HE: “We were together for 3 yrs and broke up bc she was very career driven and moved out to pursue her career.”
ME: “How come you guys didn’t try to work things out.”
HE: “We did, but I need to be with someone who isn’t running after her career.”
HE: “No I do, just not someone who is obsessed with it.”
As I take the last sip of my drink TD asks:
ME: “No, actually I’m not.”
HE: “Oh ok. Because I haven’t eaten since lunch.”
ME: “Uhm, well we can go get something I guess bc that’s a long time not to eat.”
He says he feels like sushi so I suggest heading over to a place near my area so that I can easily walk home.
Let me just clarify the situation – he was making me feel like he needed to hang out with someone bc he was dealing with a lot of pain. This has never happened to me before and I wasn’t sure how to handle it…
We jump into a cab and on the ride down I ask him –
HE: “So how are you able to date while going through everything with your dad?”
ME: “I need to go out to take my mind off of it. So dating helps me do that.”
I see. *Ahem* are you guys following this?
We get to the resty and it is packed. We end up getting seated at the bar and ordered up some sushi. I really didn’t eat much bc I wasn’t very hungry but as he chows down he starts a convo with the guy next to us regarding some sports event that was on TV. Whatevz.
We (he) finish dinner and at this point I should have just said goodnight and walked home (which was around the corner, thank god!). Instead, he asks if I want to go somewhere else to get a drink before ending the night.
Done & done.