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Today's story may not, on its surface, seem to have anything to do with dating... but the more I thought about it, it kept reminding me of my dating experiences, like it was the perfect analogy for what I go through with men and their general asshattery.
So, I went to lunch with a friend today, to a favorite restaurant we've been to many times. There's this one waiter who is so utterly all-around incompetent that we're sure he's only managed to keep his job because he's the owner's nephew. We generally try to avoid getting him as our waiter, but today, alas, we were not successful.
Everything was going more or less OK until the end of the meal.
Yep, I was definitely offended.
Let it not be said that I haven't learned anything from my adventures in dating. Each adventure represents lessons learned. Like back in April, when in the Lies Men Tell, I met a dishonest, disingenuous jerk that caused me to generate the term Barney, the breed of guys who, like Neil Patrick Harris' character Barney on the show "How I Met Your Mother", are womanizers who make a game of telling a woman whatever it is they think she wants to hear in an effort to get her in bed on the first date, and regardless of whether she sleeps with him or not, they never want to see or sleep with a woman more than once. He wasn't the first Barney I encountered, not by a long shot, but it was with him that insight was gained and Barneys became a lesson learned. So I'll call him Barney #1.
Today's story, however, is about another man...
Now, you might ask, if you had doubts, why not listen to them and not meet them in the first place? Because those doubts are just that, doubts, and sometimes, I have similar doubts about someone and then we meet in person and the chemistry is on and instant and doubts are quickly dispelled. But that's a rarity. Still, a rarity that's a worthy effort to obtain.
So why did today's suitors not make the grade?
A few minutes later, I got IM'd by a screenname I didn't recognize. I responded, thinking it might have been someone I'd been emailing with from a dating site, but no, it was him. He thought I had him blocked, so he decided to try contacting me with a different screenname to get through.
No, that's not creepy or stalkerish or anything, not at all. *rolling of eyes*
I recently went out with someone who’s a real charmer. Oh wait… sarcasm doesn’t always drip from the page as it might from my voice, so I should clarify that by “real charmer”, really I mean jerky jerkwad.
We met on PayVanilla. He was cute. We chatted for a few minutes online, but he insisted that was a terrible way to get to know one another and wanted to talk on the phone. OK, so we talked on the phone. The conversation was OK, not great, not bad, but with several instances of the dubiously raised eyebrow (as in “Uhhh yeah. This guy might be a jerk.”)
After a few minutes on the phone, he says that that the phone, too, is a terrible way to get to know someone, and we should just meet in person and see how we get along. I generally prefer a little more getting to know one another before meeting, but….
Well, actually, that’s not it – I prefer to get to know someone long enough online/on the phone to assuage any lingering substantial “this person might be a personality-free dickhead” doubts before deciding to meet. Sometimes that takes mere moments, sometimes, a bit longer. This one was in the big longer category, but I didn’t feel like making excuses for why I didn’t want to meet him yet, and I figured meeting for coffee would be fine, good for elimination purposes.
- Mood:
annoyed
