“You have to kiss a few frogs before you meet your prince.” That’s something I’ve been told more than once. Thankfully, meeting them doesn’t mean I have to kiss them.
I know she meant well when she arranged it, but Willow set me up on a date with one of the non-prince frogs, and it was one of the worst dates I’ve ever been on. Maybe it’s just the first date that’s meant to be horrible, a sort of hazing encounter or some such that’s meant to help break me back into the system. My god, it was terrible. Because it was an office-to-date followed by the reverse transformation, I thought I’d share both looks today while I tell you all about it.
Thankfully, because I’ve been so busy with work, it was just a coffee date at lunch and I didn’t have to sit through an entire meal. Granted, I’m not the best conversationalist in the world, but this guy made me look like a pro. Within five minutes, I was ready to ask for the check and bolt, and that’s not just me being shy or introverted. For the first time in a long time, I was grateful for the time limit on my lunch break.
Now, I’m not putting anyone down that takes their phone with them when they go out, I do that myself. Social media is a part of most people’s lives, and our phones keep us in almost constant contact—I admit I like browsing foodporn on Instagram. However, if I was on a date, even a casual date, I’d put my phone away or turn it to silent so I can focus on the person I’m with, and get to know them.
Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately, better to find out early on just how attached he is to his mobile—my date kept his phone on; each time our conversation started to get the slightest inkling of flow, his phone buzzed and chimed. Yes, he responded to each of the texts, every time. It was frustrating.
Around the fifth time it happened, I asked him if he’d rather get together another time, but he insisted now was fine. Hmmm. Then he asked me why I would think otherwise. I was flabbergasted, but honest—though not nearly as blunt as I wanted to be.
After the date, apparently, he told Willow he thought I was “a little needy”—yes, on a first date, the raison d’etre of which is to get to know one another, I was needy for trying to have five minutes of un-interrupted conversation. The mind boggles. This apparent neediness, however, didn’t deter him from texting me the following:
“Hey U want 2 go 2 dinner Fri?”
I resisted my urge to really let him have it, and declined politely. Thankfully, he took it gracefully with a simple “Ok.” and nothing more.
Texting is fairly impersonal, but I guess I’ll have to get used to it. Doesn’t mean I’m accepting his offer, though. Call me old-fashioned, but I’d rather not date someone who’d be hard-pressed to answer my hair color correctly.
Plus, I’m not ready to go through the frustration of ordering salads to look cute while eating, then diving into the fridge when I get home, either. I forgot how much I dislike the dating scene. Oh dear.
(While the writer behind this blog is married, back when I was dating, this is a date I actually went on. To add salt to the wound, the date I experienced was not in the days of smart phones, the latest thing was a flip phone. Obviously, a second date never happened, and Eve’s going to make the same choice. Never fear, though, I have someone waiting for her 🙂 )