After being single for as long as I have been, I feel as if my standards for meeting people are slowly but surely going down the toilet. I know that match.com is used by many people...and have heard the stories of people meeting this way and having successful relationships (no one I personally know, but supposedly it happens).
Anyway, I actually did meet a really nice guy on match.com and we went out for about 2 months...but things didn't end up working out for the two of us. Partly because he started questioning everything I did and more so because BD (who I'm just going to call Brian because I don't really care about protecting the jerk anymore) came back into my life. Long story short...the great guy and I broke up.
So, I'm back to square one...again. I continue my search for the perfect guy on match.com, however at this point I've decided to settle for meeting just any guy. I changed my perspective and decided that going on a date with someone could be like going on a job interview for a job you might not want. You never know, something good could come out of it.
That brings me to my second really bad first date. His name was Tucker. And Tucker's pictures online were not very clear...one of him with a hat covering most of his face and the other a profile view. This should have been my first clue...but, hey, whatever. We email back and forth a couple times and decide to meet.
It was May 5, and the only reason I remember the date is because it was Cinco de Mayo. We decided to meet up for a drink after work, and he suggests Primo's, which for those of you who don't live in Dallas is a Mexican restaurant in one of the busiest parts of town for occasions such as Cinco de Mayo, meaning lots of young people that like to party. I thought for a first date this wasn't the greatest idea, so I suggested a more out of the way pub for our first meeting.
I get to the bar and find a nice table out on the patio and sit down to wait. He shows up not looking all that bad, but I wasn't attracted to him in the least. He sits down and just repeats about 4 times "so, how's it goin?". I tell him about 4 times that everything is fine and finally the waiter comes over to take our order. Since we had to decided to meet for drinks, I ordered a beer. He ordered a club soda. This is when everything pretty much started going downhill fast. Now, I appreciate a recovering alcoholic going out and remaining sober, however, we had decided to meet for DRINKS. If he didn't drink, it would've been nice to know that before hand. But...so it goes. He wasn't the best at conversation so I started asking some questions about what he did for a living...I still have no idea. He tried explaining it, but it seemed like maybe he didn't even really know what his job entailed. So, then we talked a little about football, him giving me the entire history of the 49er's...like I cared!
Then came the worst part of the date...he brought up his ex girlfriend. I got 45 minutes of history of his relationship with her, followed by questions about why this happened and how could he have avoided that. I had finally had enough and told him it was time for me to leave. He was decent enough to walk me to my car and we said our goodbyes. He sent me a few texts after, to which I finally responded that I wasn't interested in seeing him again.
That was May 5. Last week this turd sent me a text saying "hey Cindy, what's up?" Really dude? Really?!
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