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September 23, 2007
First Date Blues
So I recently went out on a first date with this new guy that I met online. I was a bit nervous since he looked pretty cute in his picture and well…it was a first date. Anyway, I shouldn't have been worried at all because while he was certainly not repulsive, he was not super attractive. And if he was 5'9" you can call me Tyra Banks.
This was by no means a dealbreaker, since I've dated and fallen in love with guys who weren't Brad Pitt look-alikes. But it definitely set a tone—a date motif, if you will. And that motif was mediocrity.
He was only kind of funny, not particularly smart, sort of laid back, a bit forward, and mildly entertaining. It wasn't that I was left with a feeling of distaste; rather I just didn't feel any sort of click.
Again, not a dealbreaker, since I've dated and fallen in love with guys who didn't immediately make me think "ahh, here is a catch!"
But ultimately, there WAS a dealbreaker. It happened when I invited him back to my place (totally on the up and up, since we closed out the Starbucks and they locked the bathrooms as we were leaving). Since my place was right across the street, I volunteered to let him come up and use my facilities before his long drive home.
Big mistake. First of all, my bathroom has two doors; one facing the entryway and one facing the bedroom, which has a very large window that reflects light back into the living room. Dear reader, he didn't shut the second door and I got an eyeful of "man peeing" when I walked into the living room. Awkward.
But it was after I had shooed him out the door (we hugged and as I was releasing he actually pulled me back in for a kiss on the cheek and a comment about hoping to see me again—double awkward) that I realized we would not be going out again, ever. When I walked back into the bathroom, there were drops of pee on the floor, the toilet seat was up, water had been splashed all over the sink, and the hand towel was all awry.
Dear reader, I gave him a pristine bathroom and he used it like a common pub's. No thanks, I would rather be the crazy cat lady forever than deal with someone whose best "first date" behavior includes marking his territory, literally.
Attention Male Readers: I'm not being overly fussy here, right? If it were just some water on the sink, that's one thing. But PEE ON THE FLOOR?
Comments
No no. Not fussy in the least. All of these points to a big ole foul. If he can't behave when he knows he is supposed to, it can only get worse. At the very least, have the presence of mind to watch where you pee, and if you miss, WHIP IT UP!
Posted by: Mr. Bad Apolgoies at September 26, 2007 09:13 PM
