I had a date the other night, and he and I had been talking on Yahoo for quite some time. Just for the record, if I can hold conversation with someone on Yahoo for more then a day then I stay pretty intrigued. If they make me laugh via Yahoo, then I’m hooked. And for the second record, this was the guy that I thought stood me up but kept insisting he did not indeed stand me up, but had a legitimate excuse. I didn’t believe him, I’m jaded. He was an hour and a half late for this date. However, to give him credit he did keep in touch about being late.
I had seen one picture of him before the date, and he looked fine. He was 38, which is the oldest of someone that I’ve been out with. Mr. Shy is 37 and that’s as close as I’ve gotten. I got there and was waiting for him to walk up and he smiled, and was missing his top four teeth. And then on the bottom they were really long to kind of make it look like he had teeth, but they were black and visibly rotting. Instantly I had that eww feeling in my stomach and I knew I was done at that point, but I felt really bad that I’m so superficial. All of this is racing through my head a mile a minute and I decide to just do dinner and see if I can get past it since in all other ways he was fine. And perhaps I got a bad view on the first hello.
He was so nice. Is so nice. I had picked a cute little spot for us to have dinner that I have been wanting to try. He drove about an hour to come and meet me. I felt awful. However, I kept asking myself if I could imagine kissing him, and I couldn’t. There just isn’t any way I could have even if I didn’t have the weird issues I have. I kept liking it to how much I would enjoy kissing feet since I have such a thing against feet.
I tried to be pleasant during dinner, but I couldn’t stop looking. And I could tell he caught it. We were supposed to walk around the lake afterwards, and then go to see Eclipse, but since he was late it threw off the movie time and I didn’t want him to spend any more money on the evening since he wouldn’t let me help with dinner. I don’t like to mislead and while I’m not going to stand there and say “dude what’s with the teeth” I didn’t want him thinking it was going anywhere either, so after dinner I scooted home.
As soon as he got home he lit up my Yahoo messenger, and asked me if I’d like to see him again. And then I was ok with being blunt since I didn’t lead him on. And I did it nicely. In fact I will cut and paste minus our usernames.