Jive Turkey

o.k. as promised, I got back into procuring additional male suitors this week. I had a date with Bachelor #11 Thursday night. Yes, it was Thanksgiving but I figured I’d be done with dinner early enough. Secondly, he told me he had nothing else to do because, since he had to work at 6 a.m. the next day, he wasn’t able to go back home this year. And also, and most importantly, I didn’t want to use any ‘good days’ on him. i.e. Friday and Saturday. So, given that there’s not a lot open on Thanksgiving night, we went to the one place that never closes: the casino.

I told him I wouldn’t be available until around 8 but, for some reason, he texted me before 6:00 to let me know he was already there. I ended up leaving dinner before dessert was served so I could get there when I told him I would (8:00). So, we met and went straight to the bar. It didn’t take me long to realize that he’s pretty douchey and overly sarcastic. I’m a pretty sarcastic person myself but there’s a point where it’s just not funny. For instance, the elderly gent next to me started chatting me up and we were having a pleasant little conversation. He was telling me about the Kinect he got for his grandkids and then mentioned how it also comes with exercise games. He jokingly made a comment that he should probably use those himself when B#11 leaned over and said “Yeah. You should.” This guy was totally thrown off by that comment and I was surprised by it myself. That was just rude.

He just said kind of shitty things like that every once in a while. He also interrupted me constantly. He’d ask me a question and, as I was answering him, interrupt with another question or just a tid bit relative to the story he wanted to tell me. All while simultaneously barely ever taking his eyes off the game on the TV. He told me that his ex-wife still brings him dinner once a week because she thinks he's helpless. He also told me how, when they got divorced, she left everything at the house, didn’t ask for any of his pension, didn’t ask for any equity in the brand new home they had built together. She just left. That seems kind of telling to me but I’m not Dr. Phil. The date only lasted an hour because he gets up at 4:30 a.m. and I could not have been more pleased to leave when we did. He was cocky, rude and boring: the turd trifecta. I was completely disinterested in everything he stands for.

It just blows that I ditched out on dessert for that crap...