daya

So, I just got home from, yet another, blind date. I have, seriously, been on damn near one million blind dates. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson, by now. But, alas, I must be a glutton for punishment. This guy and I have been in contact for about a month, just texting and emailing, mostly. And, I'm a blind date traditionalist, I suppose. I prefer to not know what the guy looks like. Don't ask me why. It just seems like I can experience that immediate attraction feeling, when I first meet these guys. Now, I have yet to have that feeling of instant attraction. Sadly, it's more like me mumbling, "are you fucking serious?", under my breath. And, yet, I still have no clue why I continue to embark on such dreadful dating adventures. Ok, back to tonight's "adventure". I have two words: Hillbilly Chin. You might be wondering what Hillbilly Chin is. Well, it's that chin/mouth thing that makes a person look like they have no teeth and their lips are kinda smooshed together. I can demonstrate it better that I can describe it. But, I promise you, you will now look for it wherever you go. Anyway, I had my typical mumbled response when he got out of his car. And, I knew, I'd be stuck with him for the next few hours. Luckily, he wasn't touchy, or too forward. And, we went to a restaurant, so I could go to the bathroom, a lot, and give myself pep talks to get through the evening. He informed me that he "dressed up" for the date from his usual t-shirt and jeans to a wrinkled styleless button-up and jeans. And, I'm not one of those chixx that cares what people wear, but this was just bad. He proceeded to tell me how anti-social he is, and how he likes meeting all the young girls that work in restaurants (he installs restaurant equipment). He, also, assumed I'd be impressed by how many girls hit on him in bars. I was not impressed, and honestly, I doubt the accuracy of it. So, I did a hell of a lot of mental eye rolling, this evening. That just exhausts my baby blues! Yet, at the end of the date, when he said, "I had fun, we should do this again, soon", I responded with "Yes, we should". Why did I say that?!?!?! I was cornered, I tell you! I couldn't think of a "polite rejection"! How does one reject someone, politely, face to face? I, definitely, need to work on that. This is why I don't date. I hate having to reject someone. I hate going on a date that I know isn't gonna go anywhere. But, I continue on with these "adventures", because I'm hopeful of the ridiculous fairytale.