Blah

I met Blah online, of course. I have named him Blah, because that is the best way to describe him. He wasn’t either extreme…just completely B……. (sorry fell asleep) LAH. Blah blah blah!

I actually initiated contact. His profile made me laugh and he looked cute in his pictures…which apparently was the only place he looked cute!

I’m so tired of these guys having pictures that are 10 years ago, or 40lbs ago. I always wonder if they can see my overall shock and disappointment. People should know what they are buying…not that I am actually paying for them (these are totally legal sites I am on), and if I was paying…they would be way hot, like Ryan Reynolds hot (and I would have them prance around in nice fitting jeans)! There are tons of girls out there that will still love you if you are fat and old…You just have to let them know up front, so they know what they are dealing with. I know what I bring to the table… a big ass and a sense of humor. I am upfront with all of it on my profile. Because the truth is…regardless of personality, there needs to be attraction.

Anyways, (now that I got that little rant out of the way) Blah and I talked and texted daily, until we finally met. On the phone, he was charismatic and sarcastic…my favorite combo. In person, he was dull and awkward.

I know I should learn my lesson. This is not the first time that I was excited to meet someone, only to be extremely disappointed. I don’t understand how someone is so opposite on the phone versus in person. It amazing how cocky can sound confident and bitter can sound sarcastic, when you want it to.

Blah was bitter and dull. He didn’t smile or laugh. Luckily we just met for coffee…because it would have been brutal to get through an entire dinner.

We met at a local coffeehouse, it was super cute. I showed up early, as always, and ordered a drink. i sat down to wait for Blah, and the owner of the coffee shop sat down to chat. When I ordered my drink, I had mentioned it was my first time there….so I think he was making sure I come back. Which I will. While I was talking to coffee shop guy, Blah showed up….he looked unhappy. I don’t know if he was unhappy because he thought someone else had a chance to pee on me (stake claim…not actually pee…that’s not my thing) before he did, or if he is just unhappy in general.  As soon as he got his drink, I told him the conversation I had with coffee shop guy, and insinuated that there was nothing fishy.

The rest of the conversation was filled with uncomfortable silences. During these gaps, I would try to think of more questions to ask….but it was like pulling teeth. Finally, I told him that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to call it a day.

We are walking to our cars,  and he just stops and points to his car. Apparently I was walking him to his car.  Ummm…seriously? You can’t walk ten more feet to my car…like a gentleman. Maybe, he wasn’t interested either, but isn’t is common courtesy for a man to walk a woman to her car?

Where are the men at? You know, real men? Gentlemen?

Ugh, Dating!