Everyone who dates over the age of 25ish thinks he or she should write about their crazy dating experiences, because dating as you get older IS crazy, and generally awful, except for the few times it's great (which I guess is why we all keep going back for more). But this is a story that really could not go untold...
I had been chatting periodically with this guy "Tim" online and made plans last week to get a drink in my neighborhood. He even called me on an actual phone and talked to me for 45 minutes, so it seemed promising. But I didn't feel well that day so I cancelled, and last night was the only night for a few weeks that worked for both of us. Catch was, he had his fantasy football draft at 8 and would need me to come to Ballston (~25 min drive) so he'd be able to get home quickly if necessary. Fine. It could be a good conversation topic.
So we meet at this suburban pub around 7 and get a drink. We're enjoying ourselves chatting for about 1/2 hour when he starts checking his watch. A few minutes later and he starts looking for the waitress to get the tab. "I'm gonna need to get home after all so I can have a good wifi connection. You can come back and have a drink there." Um... A couple more minutes pass and he hasn't found the waitress; he asks if I mind covering the tab since he has to go. "I'll cover all the drinks at my place!" Uh, no thanks, I'm going to finish the 3/4 of the drink I have left (sip slowly, per Patti Stanger!) and stay on the safe bar stool rather than be lured to your murder den.
Then he left. And I finished my drink while making fun of him with the married men at the bar who watched it all unfold. But texted me later that he had a great time and wants to get together this weekend!
To recap: Despite living in a major happening city, I drive to the suburbs of another state to meet a guy and get left mid-drink (with the tab) so he can pick players for a pretend football team.
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