OK, so I went on my first date with potential #2 last night. I almost canceled because I felt that he was giving off semi-stalker vibes. He called me last weekend to talk a little and set up a date. He then called on Tuesday to confirm that we were going on Friday (as planned per our first conversation). On Friday, he called AGAIN to see if we were still going out. Stage five clinger alert! After some consultation with my online dating expert (Madalene), she talked me into going anyway. Maybe he was nervous, or just very, very responsible. Hmmm....
So, I met him at a bowling alley near my place. He was cute...clean-cut, tall, neatly dressed. He seemed polite and SANE, so I didn't run out the door (Also, my three-inch heeled boots would not have allowed me to run, the lanes are supposed to be oiled, not the entranceways!!) We got set up in a lane and he sat there, talking to me. He didn't change into his bowling shoes because he said he didn't like how they looked..? We started talking about scary places to drive and I mentioned San Francisco. He then told me that he avoids SF because of all the Gays. uhhh...I just sat there, I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open, and I just stared at him. I thought he was joking, but he never said anything to indica
te that he was kidding.I choked down the response that I wanted to make and resisted the urge to kick the homo-phobe so hard that he would never be able to procreate. But my parents raised me to be polite, so I just pretended that the bowling pins were his teeth. We managed to bowl a few games and I started to relax a little. It might have been because I made Madalene and Howard meet us there and bowl a few lanes away from us. HAHA!!
We played a few games of pool after we bowled. He kept making comments about how he was playing pool by the "guy's rules" and that these rules didn't apply to me because I am a girl. So, I decided that I was going to play by the "guy's rules" as well, AND I would beat the sexist pig's ass to boot. Unfortunately, I had two margarita's during the evening (I would not have been able to get through this date otherwise), so my aim was a little off. I was SO close to winning, but alas, I lost. I did however point out to him that Women's equality has come a long way since the 19th Amendment was passed.
After that, we turned in our gear and the cashier and waitress cashed us out. They had a bit of an issue with the register and as they were discussing the problem in Spanish, the butthole turns to me and says, "do you understand what they are saying?" By then, my guard was up, so I looked at him and said, " I'm Filipino, not Hispanic." That's when I decided that he would be paying for this little date on his own.
I couldn't wait to leave, so I continued walking when he suggested that we could hang out a little longer. It was, after all, only 9pm. At my car, we said goodbye, and he drove off....I hadn't even found my keys in my purse yet. So, strike 2 on the online dating experience....but it's great material for a book!!
