It was bound to happen. After years of dating and countless online introductions it finally happened. I had a date that was awful. The sad thing is I looked around for the hiding camera crew and Ashton Kucher to jump out. It was the most awkward 10 minutes of my life. So let me tell you how it happened.
Last week I got a email from a woman on one of the dating sites I use. We sent a few emails and then switched to yahoo messenger. It seemed normal. Her conversation seemed to be ‘normal’. Her pictures on her profile were distant, but normal. It didn’t raise any red flags. We continued with small chat and decided to meet for a drink over the weekend. Since I was still thinking about my last date and painting finger nails, I skipped one of my crucial steps of online dating.
Well, Easter Sunday I was having dinner with one of my single groups. I was done eating and the house was full of people. I noticed I had a missed call on my phone. So I called back. It was her. We briefly talked, but I couldn’t hear well. So I mentioned I would call back when I was in the car. About 20 minutes later I called her back. I will admit that I wasn’t focused and wasn’t on top of my game. We chose to meet at Boston’s for a drink in 30 minutes.
Red Flag #1 – If a woman can get ready in 5 minutes, buyer beware!
I arrived at Boston’s a few minutes early. I was sitting in the car talking on the phone when I realized that maybe I should go inside and get a well positioned seat. I found a table in the bar area and sat facing the door. I ordered ice tea. It was strange because I normally order a Grey Goose on the rocks and for some reason I didn’t. I had a strange feeling that I needed to be sober.
Red Flag #2 – If you have a strange feeling, you’re probably right.
A few minutes later I noticed a woman walk in. I didn’t focus on her much, but she sat at a table behind me. I waited a minuted and then I text, “are you there yet?” She replied, “i’m at the bar.”
When I turned around, I wanted to run for the door. It was the 1st time I wished Alpha or Dirt Bike Boy called for me to come home. I was shocked.
I wish I could give her my normal call letters or IDW initials, but I didn’t ask her name. She walked to my table and introduced herself. We briefly shook hands.
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