Name: The Sprinter
Age: 47, he says. Looks a little older.
Status: No idea.
Job: Nope, don’t know this either.
Lives: Fancy neighborhood pretty close to me.
Length of Date: 5 minutes.
We Did: He asked me to meet him at a Mexican joint in his fancy neighborhood. This place has a reputation for being busy, loud and filled with children all the time. I took a Lyft over and met him there. The place was busy (there was a wait), loud, and filled with children. He had one of those buzzer things and I suggested that we spend the wait for our table at one of the 3 bars in the restaurant. The one close to the entrance was extremely crowded, and the one in the interior was pretty busy too, so I suggested that we go to “the Treehouse”, the cute little bar on the 3rd floor of the place…
He Looked: Casual, a little shorter than I pictured. He wore shorts and a golf shirt.
I Looked: Sundress, chunky heeled slides, good hair day.
First Impression: We’ll get to that because there was only one impression.
Convo: None.
High Point: None.
Low Point: See, How It Ended
How It Ended: When we got to the Treehouse bar, of course, it was also crowded, but I found us a spot at the end of the bar. I turned around for him to join me at the spot, but he was like, “nuh uh, I’m not going to do this, let’s go back downstairs.” Fine. We walked back downstairs past the middle bar and all the way back to the first bar. He turned to me and asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I would like a sparkling wine. He then held out his hand to shake mine and said, “It’s obvious that we are never going to go out again, so let’s just end it right here.” He about-faced and walked away. I stood there for two seconds and then followed him out the door only to see him running…no, SPRINTING away!! Seriously, you guys, the man RAN AWAY!!!
Chances Are: Um.
Date Rating: F for all kinds of Fucked Up.
Ready? Discuss.
xox,
GS
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