3/17/09 - Date Thirty One: No there there

That pretty much says it all. Met this guy for Thai food on our most holiest of Irish holidays. It was me, him, and all the black folks seeking refuge in bowls of pad thai and curry in an effort to avoid the insanity of Irish bars, green beer, and fake holiday merriment. Sort of like Jews in Chinese restaurants on Christmas. Ok, moving on with the hesitance that I've just typed something fairly offensive in some way, to multiple portions of the population ...

We met, as I said, for dinner. He suggested the date, place, and time. A planner! Check Plus. He came over to the table, extended his hand, introduced himself. First impression: he was dressed nicely, had a firm handshake, and a really, really thick accent. I couldn't place it. Definitely Southern but, soooo, soooo, soooo Southern it was at times difficult to understand him. We ordered sushi and chatted while we waited for it and our other food to arrive. The conversation was very lively, mainly work focused which was both our faults. But the overwhelming feeling I took away from this rather uneventful date was that he was maybe ... um, could possibly be ... um, gay?

Right, right, Rationally, I know that he's not gay because I'm a lady and gay men, by definition, don't like ladies. So, he was at the very least a little effeminate. Hand gestures, high-ish voice, the whole thing. Ugh, I hate that I'm even judging this or writing about it but we've all been there, right? You're out with someone: he looks like a man, dresses like a man but there's something super woman-y about him. Turn off.

We finished eating and he said that he had to get up really early the next morning so even though he would love to get coffee and keep talking, he needed to call it a night. Thank God, I breathed secretly to myself. I wasn't annoyed or grossed out by this one but I also wasn't super jazzed about talking for another hour over a drink I didn't want. What I did want, was to go home and relax in my bad, watch some TV, eat some ice cream, and sleep. So, we were on the same page.

We parted, hugged, and he said he'd call. He emailed a couple days later apologizing for the fact that he was a little off during the date and saying he wanted to go out again. Thanks, but no thanks. This was the date that sort of wasn't anything. He was like a blank, white screen. Needless to say, I didn't respond.