Mild Salsa
After a dry spell, I decided to accept a date from a guy I met online. He looked normal on paper: was around the same age as me, was an elementary school teacher and we had similar interests. I was a bit wary about his passion for cycling as from previous dating experience had found cyclists to be a bit arrogant and self centered, but I didn’t want to paint all with the same brush. Although he asked me out on the date, he wanted me to organize it because he “was teaching and just didn’t have time.” His tone was that he was teaching the leaders of the future, but in reality he was a Physical Education teacher to nine year-olds. He wanted to try Latin dancing so I decided on a style I liked because I had always wanted to learn it. He also told me that he doesn’t like to call dates “dates,” but he calls them “catch ups” because they could elude to “something more when called dates.”
The lesson was at 8pm so I suggested dinner prior, but he advised that he would be eating something from home. I met him after work at a little cafe where I ate dinner and listened to a one-sided conversation about his life, which confirmed my thought of cyclists. I enjoyed the dance lessons, but he seemed to struggle a bit with the steps. Near the end he said he was having a lot of fun on our date (I thought he didn’t call them dates). At the end of the night I thanked him for the evening and I advised him I was catching a cab home as it was 9.30pm and we were in not the nicest neighborhood. His car was nearby and I lived on his way home, but he didn’t offer to give me a ride. Just after he left I received a text from him saying that he “had a nice time but didn’t feel a spark so thought it best we be friends.” Bless him for his honesty, but he confirmed his asshatness thinking that I was more into him and saw more.
Funny thing is, I signed up for private lessons and wrote about how excited I was about this on Facebook and received a slightly angry text from him saying that I obviously enjoyed the lesson more than I enjoyed the dancing partner. Spot on.
