So, last night I was expecting disaster--I actually had an escape plan ready--but I wasn't expecting it to be mostly my fault. You know when in every calendar and list you write down an appointment as one time, but in your head it is somehow a different time. Yeah...that happened. This date was also one that had seen my profile chronicling a bad date and we had a few back-and-forth messages discussing said date, as well as to set the time and place for our date. Even though on my calendars it was marked as 7, somehow it was in my head as 8. Around 7:30, I'm finishing up last-minute things before heading out the door which includes checking my messages one last time. When I checked my e-mail, I saw one that had been forwarded from the dating site from my date saying he was there. After frantically scrolling through the messages--which did in fact say we were meeting at 7--sending a text msg to his phone saying I was on my way and apologizing and shouting out several choice explecitives, I was out the door.
In an attempt to grasp for a bit of regained pride, it should be said that if the date was at 8, I would have been on time. Anyway, I showed up and went down to the pub and he was sitting there at the end of the bar. So, I sit down and apologize profusely and he makes a comment about how it will probably be him adding a story to his profile (rather than me adding to mine about an additional bad date) and I agreed. I sat there feeling pretty much like a complete asshole for the first 15 minutes of the date, especially after the following exchange (we'll call my date Dan):
Dan: Yeah, I was going to get us a table, but when you weren't here yet, they wouldn't hold it.
Me: Bah! Well, I like sitting at the bar better anyway.
Dan: Oh, because on your profile it said something about preferring sitting at a table over sitting at the bar...
Me: *Pause* Huh...you know what, I think I did (still thinking that doesn't sound 100% right). Hmmm...well, maybe I need to make some edits.
(In my defense, I checked on this when I went home and my profile states that if we were meeting for drinks--which we were--the bar was perfectly fine, but if we were meeting for a meal or food of some sort, perhaps getting a table would be nice.)
The rest of the date seemed to be slightly tainted with my mishap, but in all honesty, even if it hadn't happened, I'm not sure how well the date would have gone. We did have some things in common and fruitful conversation topics, but by the last 15-20 minutes of the date I found myself staring at his beer trying to will him to finish it so I could leave. He pretty much lost my complete interest with the term "LAN party", but it was really the attempt at a shift in topic by asking me to tell him a joke (to which I replied, "Um...I don't think I've told a joke since those '101 Jokes about School' books when I was about 7") and then him proceeding to tell me a string of his "favorites" which included a Holocaust joke I found to be in pretty bad taste. Even if he is Jewish. Perhaps especially if he is...and as far as "witty banter" is concerned, he would start it, but whenever I would respond he would assure me he was "just kidding" and apologize that his humor is very sarcastic. To which I would respond, "Yeah, I...(trail off in defeat)." This happened about 4 times.
However, since I'm the complete idiot who can't get her mind and calendar in sync and, therefore, started the date out on the wrong foot, I do want to close this post by giving Dan points and acknowledging a good move on his part. During our conversations, he asked me why I had decided on my specific major in Undergrad, which I had never been asked before and was a really good question. So, kudos, Dan!!
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