Okay, look. Come ON now.
Last evening I was walking the dog around 7pm and I got a text from Mr. Blushington (see previous entry). Note that he and I had set a second date for today (Sunday brunch) and it was Saturday evening.
Mr. B: Are you Ginger?
Mr. B: What are you wearing?
Mr. B: I’m wearing black shorts and a shirt
Me: [silence]
Mr. B: Sorry, wrong person [smiley face]
Me: Oh darn! I was hoping for a surprise!
Me: By the way, how many Gingers are you dating?
Mr. B: Only one [kissy face]
Mr. B: I must be Gingercentric
Me: [dead silence]
So ugh. This was a HUGE strike…even though I played it off for the most part. It was annoying that he couldn’t keep his dates straight and has been clearly overbooking himself.
And I get it. This is the world of dating that we live in right now. Too many choices and not enough attention paid to detail.
But come ON. Pay a little attention to detail? Please?
So brunchtime comes around today. I’ve picked out one of my favorite spots, and granted, he is headed my way…I was within walking distance.
He arrives wearing a COLORFUL COCK shirt (yes, his shirt is covered in large, multicolored roosters)…which is FUN, for sure and I actually gave him props for creativity.
BUT. Y’all. He’s as weird as his shirt was.
And the kicker was. Get this. He didn’t know what a MIMOSA was. I mean…HUH?
I know that sounds totally bitchy and I didn’t give him a hard time about it…but the waitress kinda did. This is a brunching town. Probably one of the greatest brunching towns in the whole United States. But there were so many weird things about him and that was just the start of them.
Another GIANT QUESTION MARK in my head was when we were taking about this gigantic clunker of a ring that he wears that has a garnet set in it. I was asking about it and he told me that it was his birthstone and I asked, “January?”
He said yes.
Then I said, “So that makes you a Capricorn, right?”
Another yes.
He then asked me what my sign was and I told him that I’m a Scorpio.
He looked me square in the eye and asked, “Is that the Bull?”
I CAN’T MAKE THIS UP!
So look. For me, brunch was a nice enough time. The venue is one of my favorite places of all time and the food was spectacular and I had a great meal and a lovely giant mimosa (he didn’t drink - except for one cup of coffee and a whole bunch of water), and he even wanted to spend much of the day with me.
But he suggested that we walk around the mall after brunch. And again, don’t get me wrong, the closest mall is one of the best shopping destinations in the country. But it would have been 100% HELL this afternoon, packed with people.
So I suggested we walk to the museum close to my apartment and he loved that idea.
But we needed to stop at my apartment to let the dog out and let me put my leftover crepe in my fridge. Note that I don’t ever let men come up to my apartment, but I totally trusted this guy and I was trying to figure out how to get out of going to the museum with him, so I asked if he’d just walk the dog with me for a while, and he was all for that.
Because he’d driven a long way and didn’t want to leave his fancy pants sportscar at the restaurant, he drove me back to my place. I showed him around the building where I live (it’s a historic building and it’s absolutely gorgeous - he was impressed, but he’s also one of those people who walks 4 paces in front acting like he knows where he’s going…yet he DOESN’T!) and then we got to my apartment where the dog was excited to see us, but my mind was reeling trying to figure out how to end this ridiculous date!
Ended up walking the dog around a couple of long blocks, and he kept walking ahead and doing this weird whistling thing (huh? WTF is this whistle stuff?) and I was just…DONE. So I said, “OK! Time to go back!”
He walked me to my front stoop and I was like, see ya…and then he tried to ram his tongue in my mouth. To which, I just kept my mouth closed. It made him sort of snicker, but I just didn’t even want to have anything to do with talking anymore so I turned and opened my door and was like, “BYE!”
FIN.
GS
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