On Friday night I had date #2 with Adonis. Yesterday morning I had date #1 with a newbie. I was supposed to have 3 weekend dates but Broadcaster canceled this morning’s date #2 this morning. I’m only mildly annoyed; I welcomed a completely free leisurely day.
Date #2 with Adonis
It was a complete disaster. I should have taken our text argument the day prior as a bad omen and canceled. (Read about date #1 here)
While sober Adonis was sweet and polite, drinking Adonis was a rude, arrogant, obnoxious asshole. I rallied until I just couldn’t take it anymore and cut the date short at 10:30. I had actually packed an overnight bag because he’d asked me to stay over. However, I was so repulsed by him that there was no way in hell I was going to sleep in his bed with him. (Sex and drinking were off the table, which he knew, due to the BV and the antibiotics.)
I’ll try to make a long story short(ish).
I arrived at his place at 6 as planned. He’d already had 3 shots of bourbon by the time I arrived and drank several more shots before we headed out for dinner. He actually referred to himself as a “partier” and “functioning alcoholic”. Oh hell no! After Hayden, there was no way I was going to repeat knowingly dating another functioning alcoholic.
He was ridiculously loud and bellowed while he talked to me. I had to tell him to turn it down several notches a couple times.
Since he’d been drinking, I drove us to dinner. We went to a fabulous burger restaurant. This was actually the highlight of my evening despite Adonis answering several texts from his friends during dinner. His friends had invited him to a nearby once-monthly artwalk but he declined, telling them he was ‘hanging out’ with me.
On the drive back to his place, he tried to take a photo of the full October harvest moon but missed the photo op and then rudely demanded that I double-back so he could try again. On the second try, he insisted I stop the car in the middle of the street. I was rapidly reaching my last straw.
Back at his place, we sat on the couch and talked while he continued pouring himself drinks. He’d run out of bourbon and had moved on to tequila shots. His personality was abrasive and annoying.
He was shocked when I told him my age. He said, “What?! Really? I don’t remember you being in your 40s! You honestly don’t look a day over 39.” I think that was the only nice thing he said all evening.
He couldn’t remember that we’d slept together several times during date #1, or whether we’d used protection or not. Is he fucking serious?! That was a red flag, and I pointed out that he needs to take more precautions with his hookup history. He cockily said, “Oh, I don’t worry about it. I know what questions to ask. If the woman doesn’t have any condoms, that’s a red flag to me. If she does have her own condoms, I know she takes precautions and then I know that we can have unprotected sex.”
My head nearly exploded. This was unbelievable.
I wasn’t feeling well. I hadn’t been feeling well the entire evening, as I was still recovering from food poisoning, but I was trying to rally, hoping the evening would improve. He berated me for not feeling well, saying “You don’t have to leave. I have whatever you need here: Tums, Advil, anything you need…..”
Dude. I wanted to be at home, in bed, enjoying some silence!
Finally, around 10, I told him I’d have to hit the road. He was irritated and begged me to stay. I told him to go catch up with his friends. He asked me to text him when I got home.
I almost burned rubber in front of his house – I couldn’t get out of there fast enough!
I texted after I’d parked at home, and he said he was in an Uber heading out to meet up with his friends. I told him “Have fun”.
The next morning, he sent me an asshole text saying, “What a great night lol.” I didn’t respond.
Then a few hours later later, he sent “Let’s hang out again soon when you’re feeling better.” I didn’t respond. That obviously will not be happening!
I thought about responding and telling him that I’m not interested, but I honestly think he’d just get confrontational. I suspect silence may be best.
Coffee date #1 with a newbie
Yesterday I had a coffee date at 10 in the morning at a trendy cafe.
Name: Mr Perfect
Met on: Tinder
48 years old, CEO of a transportation & finance company, divorced, 3 kids
As I was parking, Mr Perfect sent me a text saying he was already inside the cafe and standing in a long line at the counter. He wasn’t kidding – the line was snaking out the door! I found him in line, we gave each other a hug hello. Mr Perfect was really good looking! Brown hair, brown eyes, an amazing smile with perfect white teeth, and physically fit.
I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet and perused the overhead chalkboard, which only listed trendy toasts. 8 dollars for an avocado toast – are you fucking kidding me?! I was offended. I told him there had to be something else on the menu besides toast. As the line moved, I fortunately saw pastries and quiches in the register display case. I ordered a quiche and an iced decaf coffee. He ordered a cappuccino… and paid. !!! Even though I had reached for my wallet, he insisted on picking up the tab. He said, “I always pick up the tab – I’m traditional that way.” I made a comment about how rare that was.
We somehow lucked out and snagged a 2-top table. Over the next hour, we had lovely conversation about traveling, our favorite destinations, our kids, our divorces, our hobbies, and food. We smiled a lot. He asked the right questions, and not too many that I felt interrogated.
I was surprised when he abruptly ended the date after 1 hour. I mean, I guess that’s normal for Saturday morning coffee….? I don’t typically have coffee dates. He had plans to watch the Blue Angels at his friends’ house and I had to pick up Mars and the kids before heading out of town to have lunch with my family.
We gave each other a hug goodbye and went our separate ways. I haven’t heard from him since, which I’m a little confused by. We had a nice time… or so I thought.
Maybe I wasn’t Stepford enough for him. Maybe I was too rock-n-roll. Maybe he didn’t like that I was good friends with my ex-husband.
…Or maybe he is still interested and will ask me out again in a couple days. You know, the old-fashioned traditional way.
Broadcaster sent me a text late last night telling me to send him my address and that he’d text me when he woke up and before heading over. He had just gotten off work.
I texted him my address early this morning at 7:45 and asked what time I should expect him.
He responded at 8:30 that he’d just woken up but that he was still really tired and considering the long day ahead of him at work, he’d have to reschedule. He apologized. I was disappointed but understood.
Time will tell if he’s truly interested in rescheduling.
I am spending today running errands and cleaning. I’ll also be packing overnight bags to go out of town tonight with the kids. We’re going to spend tomorrow in the foothills apple-picking with my mom since it’s a school holiday.
I also plan to take a long nap today. I’m still a bit dizzy and tired.
I hope you’re all enjoying the weekend! The weather continues to be gorgeous here. I have all the windows in my house wide open.