I met a guy a matchmaker at work introduced me to. I show up after shopping and he had a table reserved, in a quiet corner where the waitresses take their breaks. The menu was on the table opened in the middle. The waitress introduced herself as my date's friend Melody since he never introdues people. He defends they are just friends, nothing more. I glanced at the menu and ordered ice cream. I ate at the mall 2 hours ago and not famished. He waits for his meal while sipping some soup. His cell phone kept ringing even though he kept sending it to voicemail. He answered the phone and the fifth ring he explained that he is in the middle of a date. He said he just moved out of his sister's place and into an apartment, by himself, and has overprotective friends who worry about him. He shouldn't be getting any more phone calls. He said he wanted to get me a flower but unsure if I like flowers. Yes I like flowers. I didn't go into the I'm allergic to wildflowers but not to cultivated flowers because he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Ok, 411 highlights. He doesn't know how many brothers and sisters he has or how many nieces and nephews. He counted his niece and nephews on his fingers reciting their names, he forgot his niece's name. 5 he thinks. He needs a family picture to know how many siblings exactly, but at least 11 for sure. He is #3. He doesn't wish to explain why he never visits his nephews and niece at this time. Whatever.
He wondered why I was so quiet and asked a riddle on what if I met someone on the street. Would I give them money or ask them how they are today? I ask if there was a C. Actually, when meeting strangers I walk by minding my own business and don't really take notice of them. He didn't like my answer. Later, he asked why I don't hang out with friends. I'm a loner who is very accustomed to being alone. I played by myself as a child, sat alone in the cafeteria in high school, and shopped alone today. It's just me. I'm not a social butterfly. He says I need to start talking to people and make friends. I didn't go into I do have friends, they just live too far to hang with or work opposite shifts. I don't have any problems talking to people I know (perhaps I do if I'm not desiring their coversation I might seem very shy).
Let's see. He likes to gamble, shoot pool, play cards, go to movies, and hang out with friends. I asked if he had plans for Memorial Day weekend. Yes. He didn't elaborate what they were. He never asked what I'm doing so I blurted out that I was working. I went into the spiel of my coworker calling me at home to work for her so she can spend the day with her husband. I dont' mind holiday pay. I said I would drive my Mom to the cemeteries since she is a little crippled from knee surgery. He said I need to live close to her to help her out. Yeah, she can hire a maid if she needs help, and she has my Dad to help her. Okay, he says. I explained with the working the holiday I will take Mom out on Tuesday to the cemeteries. He says I need time for myself too. I do take time for myself, I shopped today for myself. Hello, I'm a loner, I spend most of the day taking time for myself.
He asked why I don't like Greek food, have I ever tried it? I clarify that I didn't say I didn't like it, I said I wasn't familiar with it. He replied that he mentioned several dishes. Yes he did (like I'm suppose what these dishes are made from or look like) and when he said lamb chops I said that I'm not eating baby sheep. I think he finally got it. I have the feeling he is retarded. He spoke slow with many pauses and kept forgetting what he was talking about. or maybe I just talk too fast for his brain to keep up.
Anyway, 45 minutes I spent with this guy. He asks what we should do next, Is there a movie I want to see yet? No. Pirates of the Carribean doesn't come out til May 25. So I like action comedies. No, I like Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp. I'll see anything with a hot actor in it, I don't really care about the storyline (well some of the time). He says, Okay. I say, Let's call it a night. He says it's early, but walks me to my car, behind me so I hold the door open for him so it doesn't slam in his face. I get to my car and he says he will call me at work on Thursday. Wonderful.
How am I suppose to check out someone's ass if they are walking behind me and why don't guys these days know they are suppose to open doors for ladies. One coworker I went out with (as friends) opened the door to the movie theater and I was touched at his gentleman manners.
Well, kitties are meowing for attention. Post later. Bye!
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