Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Misadventure in Online Dating - The Meet

Honestly, what the FUCK was I thinking meeting this guy??? So here goes, a play by play of my time with "A", the only guy I've met through eharmony.

Sunday went well, with two notable exceptiions - He told me he was at the bus station, so I went to go get him at the one I thought we had both agreed upon going to - however, he wasn't there. I called him to ask him where he was, and he was actually at the Greyhound stop. No big deal, so I went there instead, and he apologized for not telling me which one he was at. He also took paint off my (admittedly cheap) bumper by putting his heavier than hell suitcase in my car. We had a nice dinner and nice conversation, but he just Talking about some things where I was thinking to myself "...dude...I don't really care..." and just being overly...unemotional with things he could have shown more emotion about. Must have been the meds.

Monday went very well. We went out for breakfast, napped, watched the Olympics. I got my offical job offer from a position I start next week, and we went for a hike. He met my father and that went ok, met my mom's boyfriend, which also went fine, and then we went out to eat dinner....which ended up being a clusterfuck of epic proportions. He was like hitting on the waitress- Like...WTF man...obviously I didn't have a claim to him, but lets be real...we met on EHARMONY, a dating website, and here he is HITTING on our waitress. But I digress.
So we finish our meal, and go out to the car, where all of a sudden he opens his mouth and decides it would be a great idea to ask me this - "Have you ever been with women before?"
"Uh, no! Why the hell would you even ask me that?"
"Well, I'm just getting this masculine vibe from you, and I think you'd have a very good chance of hooking up with, I get this vibe that you like the waitress, and I think you two would be a good match."
So I was in shock for the rest of the night, trying to rein in my emotions, as we went mini-golfing that night. When I returned home, he and I talked on Facebook, where I told him how I was feeling (kind of).

Tuesday didn't start well. I went to his hotel, and we had a nice liittle chat about what happened the night before. I basically told him that he'd hurt me quite a bit by saying what he'd said, and I told him that if he had been with anyone else, they would have left his ass in the restaurant parking lot. He didn't really seem to get what I was saying, and offered free diving lessons, as well as a half-hearted apology, and asked if my father would still be willing to cook fish on the grill if he caught them. Uh, NO. 
So I canceled my part of the kayaking/camping trip (which in turn, canceled HIS trip as well) and he went fishing. Upon my return back to where he was staying from a town thirty minutes away (had to drop off paperwork) we went to lunch, where I made it clear in no uncertain turns that if he wanted to hang out here in my state for the rest of the week, he was more than welcome to do so, but that I wouldn't be hanging out with him anymore. Long story short, he left Tuesday afternoon, and I've been much happier since.