Eye candy for the long post |
And finally we meet. He's attractive, which was kind of in the air. He had three pics on his profile all either really far away or basically pitch black. I could make out enough to know that he wasn't hideous but that was about it. Slightly more gray than in the pics but I like that. I felt the whole thing went well but there was a point where it kind of shifted but not dramatically. It was a bit short, 45min, but I thought that maybe it was because I was heading out on a 2 hour drive to my parents. As the date ended we set up a second date for today, Saturday.
And now the whole flow changes. I get one word answers to texts. He didn't pick up when I called. All in all, not a huge deal. We were both were taking care of parents that had surgery this week (mine is doing very well), along with trying to get our normal jobs done. I finally sent a text yesterday asking about his father's surgery and about getting together today. CRICKETS!!!
I'm blue |
And so I asked. It's that I work with mice. MICE!!!??! Fucking MICE?! He's scared of mice and I work with them. (side note, I don't do a lot with mice. And they are all humanely treated) We got on the subject because he asked how my day at work was and that day happened to involve a scheduling issue with an animal study. After I told him about it he informed me that he does not like mice and I'd like to think I stopped talking about them but I can't promise. And looking back, that's when the winds changed ever so subtly.
On one hand, to me, this is ridiculous. I don't have to talk about my work with animals. I don't bring them home with me and you would never know if I don't say anything. It doesn't effect him. On the other hand, I didn't date a guy because he hummed when he ate. Or the guy that repeatedly said, "like I was saying," when he wasn't saying shit. And basically, all the overly needy dudes. All of these are ridiculous reasons but all of them directly effect me. I would have to hear hummer dude at every meal, every day, for the rest of my life.
You're welcome |
In conclusion, my first exit poll is a success. It is nice to know that there really was nothing I could have done to change this outcome. It saves me a lot of time from wondering. In fairness, he could have lied but why would he? We will NEVER EVER see each other again. AHHH! Peace of mind.
1 comment:
That is the best response to an exit poll ever. Seriously. He wins. Mice? Interesting. But now you know.
I'm with you on fear.I just don't get the heebie jeebies about many things. Certianly not mice. But to each their own.
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