the goonie
after sir textalot, i think i will avoid dates with pics of guys on crotch rocket motorcycles or any vague references to porsches. :) the next date choice looks to have no risk of similarities to the last date, and he proposes an afternoon tea/coffee date. we meet at a little SE coffeeshop that is one of my favorites in town, and we proceed to go through several pots of tea. he's entertaining to listen to, though i'll admit that's most of what i did during this date. this guy is a talker! he keeps apologizing for talking so much, offering for me to tell something about myself, but generally interrupting after i get halfway through what i'm saying. it's not to the point of annoying (YET), so i let him drone on and on. the truth is, he's interesting. he's a social worker, works at a homeless shelter and has dabbled in several acting gigs over the past few years. strange combination, i know! he's also a local oregonian, which is something hard to come by. he grew up in astoria and lived down the street from the goonies house! goonies house! he said he saw it all filmed and that the kid actors all hung out at his local candy shop. he also said that he and his friends were basically goonies growing up, though they called themselves 'explorers'. i know i shouldn't be so excited about this goonies connection, but i love that frickin movie! ok, geek-out moment over.
tea conversation proceeds so well he asks if i'd be willing to continue the date to dinner. he takes me to a mediterranean place down the street and insists on paying. sweet. he has a pretty decent sense of humor, which is a relief. he chews with his mouth open...UGH, not a relief. thankfully the restaurant is loud and i can't hear it. dinner continues mostly as tea did - he has a lot of stories but he's doing 87% of the talking. he insists that he's not normally like this, so maybe we can chalk it up to nerves. after about 4 hours, i decide that it's time to end the date. i tell him that i have later evening plans so i need to make a move. if we meet up again, hopefully he'll be a little less nervous! either that, or he's a complete narcissist. time may tell!
tea conversation proceeds so well he asks if i'd be willing to continue the date to dinner. he takes me to a mediterranean place down the street and insists on paying. sweet. he has a pretty decent sense of humor, which is a relief. he chews with his mouth open...UGH, not a relief. thankfully the restaurant is loud and i can't hear it. dinner continues mostly as tea did - he has a lot of stories but he's doing 87% of the talking. he insists that he's not normally like this, so maybe we can chalk it up to nerves. after about 4 hours, i decide that it's time to end the date. i tell him that i have later evening plans so i need to make a move. if we meet up again, hopefully he'll be a little less nervous! either that, or he's a complete narcissist. time may tell!
posted by pdxgirl at 9:41 AM
3 Comments:
Sounds like nerves. I would be more concerned with any ongoing open-mouthed chewing. Ew.
OK Mel, here's the way I see it .... The guy is a social worker at a homeless shelter so he is surrounded by mentally ill, unemployed and most likely drug addicted people, not all of the clients are this way, but I bet that the majority are. So when he get's out he needs to TALK and get it out. The acting career may spark a little bit of the narcisim but all in all, I think he needs another chance. You can train him to chew with his mouth closed - a couple more dates and you'll have the authority to negotiate it! Thanks for posting your dates! I love reading .....
don't worry - i'm giving him another chance! he's super keen to go out again. :)
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