Tough Cut
My dating luck hadn’t been good for awhile, so I tried out a match-making service. The results were mixed, but one date particularly annoyed me. When I arrived at the Italian restaurant, he was sitting at the bar with a drink in hand, taking in a college basketball game on the big screen TV. Since our table wasn’t ready yet, I had to sit there for a good 15 minutes while he commented on the game and talked about how “hot” other women he’d dated through the dating service were. A few times he mentioned asking out one of the service’s staff members, but she’d refused him because of company policy. Apparently, that infuriated him. It upset me too. I wanted him to make an effort to get to know me, not tell me about all the women he likes. By the time our table was ready, I was ready to head home. But I figured that we’d been matched for a reason, so I’d better give him another chance.
Big mistake! He didn’t like anything on the menu, while I love Italian food. He thought college was a waste of time, while I have a graduate degree. He liked heavy metal, and I like my ear drums. I began to wonder if our real dates had been accidentally mixed up. The highlight of dinner was when he decided to inform me of how the last woman he’d dated through the service had cut their evening short so they could jump in bed. Not good!
The dating service’s rules are that couples “go Dutch” unless someone offers to treat. I decided to order myself a dessert, and he offered to split it with me since it was huge. However, when the bill came, he refused to pay for half since I’d ordered it. I tried to make a break for it while he was in the bathroom, but unfortunately the waiter didn’t return with my credit card quickly enough. I also attempted to lose him as he was trying to get his parking ticket validated, but he managed to catch up with me. I was forced to walk with him to the parking garage.
On the way, he tried to make small talk. In hopes of giving him a strong hint that I wanted the evening to end, I said, “I really need to get home because I have a meeting early tomorrow. I should’ve been in bed an hour ago.” In reply came, “You can’t treat me like a piece of meat. I expect long hours of foreplay before sex.” He smiled as if it were a joke, but I just stared at him in silence until he looked away, noticably uncomfortable. Then I walked off towards my car and didn’t look back. You can imagine what I wrote on the online date evaluation form the next day.
My dating luck hadn’t been good for awhile, so I tried out a match-making service. The results were mixed, but one date particularly annoyed me. When I arrived at the Italian restaurant, he was sitting at the bar with a drink in hand, taking in a college basketball game on the big screen TV. Since our table wasn’t ready yet, I had to sit there for a good 15 minutes while he commented on the game and talked about how “hot” other women he’d dated through the dating service were. A few times he mentioned asking out one of the service’s staff members, but she’d refused him because of company policy. By the time our table was ready, I was ready to head home. But I figured that we’d been matched for a reason, so I’d better give him another chance.
Big mistake! He didn’t like anything on the menu, while I love Italian food. He thought college was a waste of time and I have a graduate degree. He liked heavy metal, and I like my ear drums. I began to wonder if our real dates had been accidentally mixed up. The highlight of dinner was when he decided to inform me of how the last woman he’d dated through the service had cut their evening short so they could jump in bed.
The dating service’s rules are that couples “go Dutch” unless someone offers to treat. I decided to order myself a dessert, and he offered to split it with me since it was huge. However, when the bill came, he refused to pay for half since I’d ordered it. I tried to make a break for it while he was in the bathroom, but unfortunately the waiter didn’t return with my credit card quickly enough. I also attempted to lose him while he validated his parking ticket, but he managed to catch up with me. I was forced to walk with him to the parking garage.
On the way, he tried to make small talk. In hopes of giving him a strong hint that I wanted the evening to end, I took action.
“I really need to get home because I have a meeting early tomorrow,” I said. “I should’ve been in bed an hour ago.”
“You can’t treat me like a piece of meat,” he replied “I expect long hours of foreplay before sex.”
He smiled as if it were a joke, but I just stared at him in silence until he looked away, noticeably uncomfortable. Then I walked off towards my car and didn’t look back. You can imagine what I wrote on the online date evaluation form the next day.
