gramps
second date of the series, and it's nothing to be too excited about again. i meet up with date two at a bar of my choice (lately they keep making me pick the places, so i guess it's good that i know my way around portland better now). there are two things from the leading-up-to-date conversations that my friend says should make me not even consider him. #1 he corrected me in an email (first off - don't correct me, but even worse is that he corrected me where he was actually wrong). #2 when i told him on the phone that i wasn't really a cyclist and asked if it was a deal breaker, he said "uh no, but if you don't give blow jobs that's a deal breaker. uh, ha ha." what i was most annoyed about with that was that i couldn't come up with a smart ass response quickly enough, but also that maybe you shouldn't say something like that before you've even met in person. bah, internet dating - making us all question what is appropriate or not so. i'm trying to give more people a chance, so i meet him anyway.
i know going into the date that he's about 7 years older than i am, but i won't hold this against him. i think the only disappointment was that in real life, he looks about 15 years older than i am - so he earns the nickname gramps. i thought "dad", but that's creepy, and then i thought "uncle" but that nickname just doesn't flow. gramps it is. he doesn't feel the need to shave for the date, despite the fact that his whiskers are gray. and maybe that's where the gramps feeling is coming from - ding ding!
gramps has worked several years in software and web stuff, so we at least can talk shop on a somewhat equal level (though he's definitely more technical than i). as he talks shop, though, i find that i keep listening to the conversation at the table behind me. the flamboyant man venting about michael jackson is 10x more interesting than my date. trying hard to focus on my own table's conversation, it flows relatively well. there's most definitely no spark, but at least a chat is possible.
i cut the date short so that i can go to my friend's bicycle race. i feel a little guilty ditching the dude at 6pm, but i know i'll have more laughs with my friends. even if conversation flowed, i don't think he made me laugh even once. deal breaker for me.
and i was thinking older guy... might be willing to pay? such is not the case, oh well.
i know going into the date that he's about 7 years older than i am, but i won't hold this against him. i think the only disappointment was that in real life, he looks about 15 years older than i am - so he earns the nickname gramps. i thought "dad", but that's creepy, and then i thought "uncle" but that nickname just doesn't flow. gramps it is. he doesn't feel the need to shave for the date, despite the fact that his whiskers are gray. and maybe that's where the gramps feeling is coming from - ding ding!
gramps has worked several years in software and web stuff, so we at least can talk shop on a somewhat equal level (though he's definitely more technical than i). as he talks shop, though, i find that i keep listening to the conversation at the table behind me. the flamboyant man venting about michael jackson is 10x more interesting than my date. trying hard to focus on my own table's conversation, it flows relatively well. there's most definitely no spark, but at least a chat is possible.
i cut the date short so that i can go to my friend's bicycle race. i feel a little guilty ditching the dude at 6pm, but i know i'll have more laughs with my friends. even if conversation flowed, i don't think he made me laugh even once. deal breaker for me.
and i was thinking older guy... might be willing to pay? such is not the case, oh well.
posted by pdxgirl at 12:44 PM
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yuck, that blow job comment was creepy
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