So I went on this date the other night with Forrest Gump, How we met isn't important, but let's just say a few pics were exchanged, now I will be honest, I absolutely hate having my picture taken, but all the pics I do have are up to date and current, so with that being said...I received a few from Forrest and thought, ok not bad, but when we met at the agreed meeting place, he wasn't at all the person in the pics, or the person i had spoke to on the phone, I am not at all the type of person who thinks looks are more important than personality but even the guy working the counter commented that this was not going to be a fun date! (thanks coffee guy)
He brought me a bouquet of flowers, i know some of you will say that this was sweet, and maybe it would have been, if we hadn't been at a coffee shop, and it had been a single flower, not a bouquet of flowers, wrapped in the bag they put them in with the price tag just barely ripped off the side, it also was a bit awkward holding them, even coffee guy had a smart remark about the flowers...
Soooo I grabbed my drink and decided to sit in a very large overstuffed chair, keeping some space between us, not wanting to get all nice and cozy. We began to engage in conversation, or at least we tried to, he proceeded to tell me about his financial ruin, losing his house and some crazy stories about exes and paternity tests. I found myself thinking of other things, not really listening, commenting with questions that maybe weren't very nice, I must have looked bored because he asked me at least 10 times if I was...oh no Forrest not at all, I'm enjoying hearing all about the downfall of your life on the first meeting, Please continue!!
When his phone rang, and it was work, I encouraged him to return the call, during this time a very good friend of mine text ed me, it was just the excuse I needed and used to get out of there, I actually lied, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but sadly not caring, just wanting to be like "Jenny and fly far, far far away from there" and less then 15 min later I was happily on my way home to a quiet house to relax. I admit I felt kind of bad, but not bad enough to wish I had stayed.
I walked in the door a little aggravated, I felt like I had wasted a cute outfit and a good hair day on nothing, I went in to the kitchen, grabbed a vase, filled it halfway with water and dropped the flowers in it, paper and all, pouted and went up the stairs to bed.
The point I am trying to make is where are all the normal men? ok that really isn't my point but it is a valid question don't you think?
Maybe I don't really have a point, but how much information is too much information on a first date? I didn't really need to know all of that, although it did save me from a second date.
And what about misrepresentation? I'm going to see that the pics are 10 years old when you show up. Do we really live in a society that doesn't allows us to just be who we are? how can you have great conversation on the phone and not be able to carry on a conversation in person.
So I learned my lesson, no more dating anyone I haven't seen in person first...or maybe I should just go back and date coffee guy!!
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