How These Things Go

Friday was date night. It was a little spontaneous, as we were originally planning to go out on Saturday when I got off from work. As it went, Rat Bastard decided that he wanted his weekend with Kylie to begin on Friday night, so I wound up with some free time.

It wasn't a bad date, but it didn't exactly leave me breathless either. It was mediocre, I guess. First, I kinda wanted him to figure out what we were going to do when we went out. As the girl, I think that my only responsibility for the first date is to show up and participate. I don't want to have to plan it and pay for it. (I didn't pay for this one, for the record.) In this situation, I was driving an hour to get to the city where he lives (close to where I am moving), so it wasn't exactly in my element to choose a venue. We went back and forth, back and forth about it. Finally, he suggested a movie, which is one of the worst things you can ever do on a first date because it absolutely eliminates the conversation aspect. Beforehand, we had some time to kill, so we went to Buffalo Wild Wings to have a drink. Not to sound whiny, but by the time I had sucked down my Midori Sour, I was almost glad that we were going to the movies. He spent most of the time that we were sitting at our table watching a baseball game on the big screen TV anchored from the ceiling behind me. Maybe he was nervous, and maybe he just isn't a dazzling conversationalist, but I finally stopped coming up with things to try to talk about.

Don't get me wrong, Hot Bank Man is a super nice guy, and I don't mean to sound nasty or ungrateful that we went out. I just don't think he was that into me after we talked for a bit. The fact that I am a divorcee with a kid seemed to tweak him out. It seems that this is the usual occurrence with my dating life. They all like me until they get to know me. Once my crazy rears its ugly head, they bolt.

So here we go again. Another one bites the dust. Are any of us surprised?

P.S. Some random stranger left this note (on the back of his business card) tucked into the window of my car while I was at work yesterday morning. I think it was the guy who was behind my associate and I when we came back from the bank. Either way, I was pretty flattered.