Why didnt I listen to you guys and just leave him the hell alone??
Name: Brice
Age: 41
Occupation: Architect; former art gallery owner/art investor
We met: On Friday, after my golf lesson (first scramble with the other classes) at the new wine bar where wed tried to meet a week earlier (hed canceled on me because of custody issues with his ex).
We did: Ate a very late dinner and tasted champagnes and wines. Talked.
Convo: I was tired and distracted the whole time. Not stimulating whatsoever.
Part of personality I liked: Seemed fairly adventurous. Had a couple of cool stories about when he owned the gallery.
Part of personality I disliked: Obviously seriously depressed about his recent divorce. Bitter. Sad. Traumatized.
Part of appearance I liked: Tall.
Part of appearance I disliked: Um. Okay. Where do I start?? He looked nothing like the photos he sent me. In the photos, he was so unbelievably gorgeous. Happy, smiling, nice hair, nice build, nice everything. The man I met was a completely different person. He must have lost 50 to 60 pounds since the photos were taken. His clothes were just hanging on him. He was gaunt. Pale. His hair was greasy and mussed. His skin looked horrible. He was a mess.
Highest Point: The champagne. Oh and the cous cous.
Lowest Point: I dont know which is lower: when I first saw him on arrival, or listening to him drone on and on about his ex.
How it ended: We walked to my car. I cant even remember if we hugged or not. I just couldnt wait to get home and crawl into bed.
Chances I’ll see him again: Slimmer than his post-divorce skinny-ass self.
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