A Fantastic Romance

For a brief time in my life, I was single and tired of dating within the same circle. I decided to use the internet and within about a week, had met someone who seemed OK. His picture was not terrible and he seemed reasonably funny and well-spoken, so we set up a date for sushi.
We met up at a place near his house and I sat down across from him, realizing that he was at least 20lbs heavier with a worse haircut. Also, he was from Newfoundland. I don’t want to insult anyone but the Newfoundland accent is not exactly what one would term romantic – he was nasally, he spoke really fast and for him, words like “car” had two syllables. But it was fine. We ordered food and the conversation was relatively OK and he seemed nice, was gentlemanly enough to pay and not make a deal and as we loitered outside, he suggested we go for a drink or two at a place right across the street. We got a table and sat down.
Somehow the conversation turned to his former life as a meth addicted street kid in Toronto. Kudos to him for being so candid but I was getting a little uncomfortable with the nature of the stories. Then the topic turned to his fervent love and support of the Conservative party of Canada and Stephen Harper. This is not really my viewpoint and I tried to steer away from politics. And then, then it turned to abortion. Everyone’s favourite first date topic. I graciously attempted to move away from this topic as he continued nodding his head and loudly telling me that he didn’t believe in abortion. I was shifted uncomfortably in my seat because I am definitely pro-choice and leftist but I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt up until this point. He would not drop it even after I firmly said, “I am not comfortable talking about my politics at this point in time.”
Finally I just smiled and signalled the waitress for my cheque. I thanked him for the time but I had to get going because I had to be up for work tomorrow (I lied, but so did he with his picture). He walked me outside and smiled, said he had a nice time and and then leaned in for a kiss! I quickly turned my cheek and he kissed it and seeming confused. He asked when he could see me again and I said that I didn’t feel we were compatible and wished him the best of luck with his search.
Later, he e-mailed me and went on about what a great time he had on the date. I was a little shocked. He continued to e-mail me with chapters to his fantasy novel, which was extremely poorly written. He also included details about how he had been “published.” I sent him one last e-mail and blocked him and hope he got the clue, once and for all!


