So, being the fool that I am, I decided to go out with another random creep. Although, after talking on the phone with him for over an hour... He seemed ok, and he laughed at my stupid jokes, so I figured it may be ok. Plus he was a doctor.
Yes, I admit, I am *THAT* shallow.
He wanted us to go to a spa for a first date. Sort of strange, yet a bit tempting, I declined... Then he suggested dinner.
He showed up AN HOUR late. I don't buy that and in fact, it is one of the things that drives me the craziest.
Plus he was driving a Pontiac G6. What kind of doctor drives a Pontiac?!
Yes, I confirm, I am *THAT* shallow.
Then his big dinner plan involved driving around aimlessly and when he would drive over a speed bump, he'd make a weird "woohoo" noise under his breath.
We eventually went to Mythos on Parc where they proceeded to sit us right beside the ONE speaker for their music and therefore I could not hear a DAMN thing. (Which, as it turns out, may not have been a bad thing.)
After a sub par sort of dinner where people from the table next to us and behind me kept pushing back their chairs hard into mine while on the way to do coke in the bathroom, I asked him to drive me home.
He then asked me if he could massage me and started naming body parts, requesting my permission for each one.
Uh... No, thanks! I got out of the car and walked home...
Yes, I am DEFINITELY that shallow.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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