Date #3 with JKD. Bulleted. in These Foolish Things

This was to be the date with the fancy business dinner, right? The one where the details were fuzzy.

After texting back and forth a few times (he wouldn’t pick up the phone to talk) it was determined that he’d pick me up at 6:50 so we could have drinks at the bar before our 7:30 reservation. Cool.

Texts me at 7:45 asking me how I’m doing time-wise. Told him I’d be ready. Asked him if he was ready.

Texts me back, telling me he’s having drinks at the fancy hotel down the street.

I text him back and ask if that means he’s still picking me up at 6:50.

Of course not. He texts me back telling me that “they” are just finishing up and getting the tab and that “they” will pick me up around 6:55…then 6:56…then 6:58! Meanwhile, I’m waiting outside my building wondering who the fuck “THEY” are?

His car rolls up and doors open to reveal (1) a super white guy from Minnesota, (2) a happy Chinese man, (3) a blonde woman who looks like a hooker, and (4) JKD, who looks absolutely smashing. They fumble around, moving and shuffling in and out of seats, and I’m like, where do you even want me to sit. Do you people not know that I’m JKD’s date and that I should be sitting in the front seat next to him???? Finally, the Chinese guy points to the front seat. Finally, someone who knows WTF he’s doing. My date sure didn’t seem to know what was going on.

Get to the restaurant and sit down at our table (too late to have a cocktail at the bar), and order some fantastic champagne and other wine and another young, blonde, stripper-looking girl shows up. Turns out these women are the ones he calls his “employees”. Hm.

I have an excellent rapport with the Chinese guy. He’s from a town close to the cities that I visit when I go to China. We discuss Chinese business culture and the virtues of drinking Moutai. Also, we talk a lot about food. The guy is hilarious and I enjoy him the most.

Minnesota guy is smug and clearly only wants to sit next to the hooker-looking “employees” and share giggles with them. Gross. I ask him where in Minnesota he’s from and he’s all, oh, you wouldn’t know. I was like, try me. Turns out, I lived very close to where he lives when I was little. Not sure why people think I’m unaware and don’t know places and cities and speak in business lingo, but I figure it’s because these dudes surround themselves with ditzy, big-boobed ex-strippers. Not that there’s anything necessarily wrong with that. But, shit.

The food and wine are excellent, and the conversation with the Chinese guy continues to be fantastic.

Blonde Hooker 1 and Blonde Hooker 2 are telling me stories about how JKD took them to Vegas to go to the pool parties and then he took them to Del Mar to watch his horses race and rented a party bus with a stripper pole! GIGGLE!

JKD is nice to me part of the time and weird the other part. He’s passive-aggressive as hell about me telling him that his texts were somewhat overwhelming. I told him again that I think there was a misunderstanding. He told me that he wouldn’t pursue me anymore. I told him that was fine, but I certainly wasn’t going to be the one doing the pursuing.

You can see what’s happening, right? This shit’s falling apart.

More wine. More wine.

I hear talk about going dancing. Then I hear whispers about going to a strip club.

Dinner ends

Out to the car where we all pile in again. I don’t hesitate to take the front seat. It’s fuzzy whether or not I was invited to go “dancing”, but I think it was pretty well known that I would not be attending the late night portion of my DATE with JKD!!!!!

JKD unceremoniously drops me off at my apartment. I wave goodbye to the whole crew.

The End.