For her little dinner tonight my friend made challah. Ah, how I love tunneling my hand through the middle to extract all the yummy inside. I'm going to tear myself a healthy hunk. The closest I will come to having something being "healthy," and a "hunk," as you will see from my little recap from last night........
Date number three with dude...who I will describe as "big," and "eh." Thus, I present you with Big Boy Bob. When we first went out I was looking forward to it...he kept me laughing on the phone at his funny, sometimes outrageous, marginally gross jokes. Problem is, while I do prefer tall guys who are bigger than me, Big Bob's a little too.....well.......big.
Still, he's funny, has taken me out to nice dinners and well, a girl has gotta eat, right? So, back to round three -
We had to wait in the packed bar area of this large, sceney, ultimately cheesey restaurant (not really my kind of place. Beware of the prepped out young banker boys and the older, lecherous banker dudes and their drunk boob-hanging-out dates). Big Bob started declaring how the wait was pissing him off, the crowded people were pissing him off, etc.
Uh, step away from the large rageful guy......run! run!
aw. lost my chance....
It was about that time I decided that I probably wouldn't see him again. In addition to the too big thing, and the rage thing, it was also the- seems a bit too self-centered thing, and the- doesn't seem to care too much about what I say thing. His jokes had stopped being funny in their outrageous ways and had started to become more not-that-funny in obnoxious kinds of ways.
Done and done. However, then at dinner he asked me what was on my mind....well. I didn't tell him exactly what was on my mind, but I did share that I was thinking about returning to school, thinking about my trip and the perspective it gave me....then the conversation took off from there. After drinking three full glasses of sake, I decided he wasn't so bad after all (ah, let the alcohol flow like an unfettered stream).
After dinner (the food was actually pretty good), we ended up at my place where immediately he started looking really uncomfortable and said his stomach hurts. I could hear it making noise from about 5 feet away. Uh-oh! Um......can I get you anything? Can I walk you OUT (as in, get the hell out of my apartment)?! So, after looking pained for about 5 minutes and retreating to the bathroom to "splash some cold water on his face," he bid me adieu. Said he "hoped he would see me again." I asked, what's that supposed to mean? And he admitted that the night was ending strangely. Uh, yah! I've never had someone come down with acute indigestion like that on a date....maybe it was the sushi?
Eh, I don't really care.
Update:
He just called to apologize for the date ending weirdly and then accused me of acting "weird" when he said he "hoped to see me again." I laughed it off, but I really felt like responding....well, I'm sorry if you thought I was acting weird, but you were totally grossing me out, so I wanted you out of my apartment as soon as possible. Hmmmm. Harsh?
