birdman

i know before going on the date that he has birds - his username has 'parrots' in for pete's sake. [is that parakeet pete?] but i'm hoping he's not going to be one of those crazy bird people, which are almost as bad as horse people. sorry horse people...keep your riding boots away from me.

we meet at a place that's about 15 blocks from my house, so i walk there. i realize about halfway through that it's over 90 degrees, and maybe walking wasn't the best idea. oh well, i guess i'll be schvitzing a bit when i arrive. his face is as attractive in person as it was in photos, which makes me smile. he's kinda leeeetle, but which of these guys isn't? he starts the date off my asking me questions about myself...for about 10 minutes. the rest of the date is all.about.him. i just sit back and let him talk about himself. if he were just a tad more interesting, this wouldn't be so bad. i'm intrigued (slightly) by his bird thing, so i encourage him to talk about them by asking lots of questions. now, i know people love their pets (and some people LOVE their pets), so i don't fault him for loving his birds. but when he starts to act out the bird sounds and begins to resemble the birds...well, it's a little much. to be fair, i'm totally entertained so i let him continue.

he tells me he's been laid off his job since february, and he's just enjoying himself this summer hiking and dating girls from okc. he thinks he'll start looking for a job again sometime soon, or maybe he'll go into designing bird cages. (???) i have to give him credit for using the time off to figure out what he really wants to do. i obviously don't have the courage to do it.

we split the check and part ways. i have a feeling he is going home to cuddle with his birds.