Baby, You’re Such A Foodie
I’ll keep this story short and pureed.
Once upon a time, a really great looking, professional, stable-seeming guy contacted me on JDate. I agreed to meet him at his condo for a coffee. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking and you’re right – never meet a guy at his place on the first date. This occurred when I first began dating, and I just didn’t know any better. And his picture was really great looking, he was a professional, he seemed stable… you know the drill.
Fast forward: I am sitting on the sofa in his condo, 10 minutes into the date. He has “player” good looks and seems a little narcissistic but is polite. Instinctively, I just know something’s askew. He asks if I’d like a snack and suggests I follow him into the kitchen. I do. He explains that he has only one kind of food in his kitchen, and that’s baby food. This is the only thing he likes to eat. Not medically necessary–he just likes the stuff. He opens up several cupboard doors, revealing neat stacks and stacks and stacks of little Gerber bottles. He has no other food in his kitchen. His good looks suddenly go grotesque.
The date ends before the 15 minute mark. I suddenly “realize” that I haven’t left sufficient money in the parking meter, I have a bit of a headache, and I need to be somewhere across town.
