We leave the restaurant, and he says, "This always happens to me when I drink rum.
As I sat, I imagined the really cute guy and unbelievable credentials, and was extremely excited to meet him.
Finally a guy sat down and introduced himself as my date, but instead of the 25-year-old I was expecting and was pictured on his profile, he was overweight, balding, and at least 50.
Do you mind if we don't go to the place I suggested? Then he says, "Good, 'cause I don't really feel like driving way out there and then bringing your ass all the way back home. Then once I pay for my half and leave my tip, he puts down $20 and asks me if i have any more small bills because he doesn't want to break his other $20.
I mean this is just a first date." I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and we went to one of my favorite restaurants. I told him to ask the waitress to change his damn $20.
Every time I tried to steer the conversation towards his interests or some kind of mutual ground, he would come out with questions like "So what's your favorite show on MTV?