So for those of you who don’t know, I’m on a quest to find a man, get married, and have a baby by 30. And I’ll be 28 in 3 weeks! I decided to depart from my old ways of dating and try new avenues to get to my destination. One of which is giving every guy a quick chance. After all, my prince charming could be disguised as a toad.
A day or so ago, I recieved an message through meetup.com from a guy by the name of Tucson. Apparently, he came across my profile on the site and was so intrigued that he decided to send me a message telling me so. He felt that I was very attractive, interesting, blah, blah, blah. Normally, I would have looked at his pic and erased his message without a second thought due to the fact that he was not black and not attractive to me. However, in my effort to give everyone a chance, I decided to respond back. Turns out Tucson is from India, raised in America, new to LA, and an environmental engineer.
After finding out this background info, I decided to give him my cell number. And within minutes, he was sending the first text. He seemed excited and wasted no time asking me out to dinner that same night. I had to decline his offer by saying that I was busy with work, but I did suggest that we reschedule for the next evening. And he of course agreed.
Early this afternoon, he texted to make sure that we were still on for dinner and to decided where we would meet. Because I was busy with work, he asked if he could call me on his lunch break so we could talk about it. When he called I could hear the nervousness in his voice. He sounded very naive and new to the dating world. So I just giggled at his insecurity and suggested a cute little restaurant on Ventura Blvd, about 2 blocks from my house. He agreed and we set the time for 7pm.
I chose to walk to the restaurant since it was so close to my house rather than driving or have him pick me up. My first impression of Tucson was that he was sooooo not might type, but he did look better than his pictures. He was dressed appropriately in a button up shirt with black pants. He was far from stylish though. He had a fresh haircut, buzz cut to be exact. And a gold nugget ring on his left hand. We had to wait about 20 minutes before we could be seated. And during that time,we made small talk. His nervousness was obvious and a little awkward. It was like I was the first girl that he’s been out on a date with.
After being seated at our table, he says to me “I’m going to send you a text.” And I had no idea why he would want to send me a text and I’m sitting across the table from him. The text read “So should I pick up the check? I like can.” What?! Is he serious?! Never in my life have I went dutch on a date and never in my life will I do so. Despite my disbelief, I responded simply with “That would be appropriate.” My first impression of him being naive was true. Throughout the dinner, he asked many questions that revealed how much he didn’t know about dating etiquette. I actually felt a little sad for him. But at the same time I knew that I could not dedicate any of my time to being his teacher.
We finished the dinner with promises of seeing each other again soon. However, I know that he is not my prince charming and it would be wrong for me to lead him on. But the dinner was great and the wine was fantastic. Too bad the man was not up to par.
And so the saga continues….
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