The One who Should Have Cancelled...

After finally having a great date, it wouldn't take much to pale in comparison, and this next guy didn't even come close.  There was a part of me that felt bad for him (legitimately...just wait, you'll see) but an overwhelming part of me did not understand his decision-making process.  When I arrived home from my great date, there was a message from this guy apologizing for the late reply, but confirming our date for the next evening and stating that he had an interesting story for me.  As one who is usually in charge of providing the story-telling (or at least the entertaining story-telling) on a date, I was excited to have the opportunity to hear a good one.  Plus, we were meeting at a place I had been dying to go to since a friend told me about it a few weeks ago.

Before I even enter the bar, do you remember that phenomenon I discussed in a recent post where I always pass at least one guy who makes me think "Can I go out with that guy?"  Even though I parked on the same block as this place, there just happens to be a very, VERY attractive guy living with a golden retriever (and, let's face it, probably a girlfriend or wife just as attractive) in the house right next door to this place.  Sigh.  Anyway, moving on.  I walk in and this place is awesome, the bartenders are friendly enough, the crowd is lively, and then there's my date.  So, I sit down, I order my Makers Mark and coke and he looks impressed.  This is only weird because not only is my love for my Makers Mark included in my profile, but it was the first topic we discussed through our messages.  I think he didn't expect me to actually drink it in real life. So, after the initial conversation, I ask him about the story he has to tell me and even remark about my excitement to hear it.  He starts by asking me how I feel about motorcycles.  Luckily, I love motorcycles, so he continues to tell me that the story is actually that he got in an accident the night before on his motorcycle.  Ummm...WHAT?  He starts into the story and after I get over my initial shock, I wait for a pause to tell him "You realize this is a horrible story, right?"  Only then does he seem to realize this.  Seriously??  So, he tells the whole story and I'm just sitting there shaking my head and drinking my whiskey waiting for it all to end.  The story also includes the injuries incurred (his back was pretty scratched up as well as the back of his leg) and the fact that his bike was totalled.  He also mentioned that he didn't want to include the story in the message, because he didn't want me to suggest rescheduling.  Seriously??  The thing is that about every 15 minutes during the date, he would shift in his chair wincing in pain and at one point actually moved the bar stool behind him and stood for about 10 minutes.  I mean, I understand wanting to hold to commitments, but you have to draw the line somewhere.

So, the date continues, but between the constant shifting and wincing and the bartender with the awesome tattoo I want to ask about (who I can't currently talk to) and who I keep catching checking out the one on my arm, I end up mentally checking out about 15 minutes before the date ends.  While walking to the car, he mentions how he's going to have to go home and ice his legs (dear God...) and that was it.  Moral of the story, kids:  if you get in an accident its okay to postpone the date.  Besides, the story will go over better if there's a bit more of a 24-hour timespan.  As far as the bar is concerned, I'm definitely hooked and will be going back--on my own--to check it out again.