So, it's Wednesday evening and I'm home from having met the guy from the singles group. Yes, that's right, it's 8:30pm and I have been home long enough to have changed clothes, checked messages, etc., and am here writing about it. Oy. Bottom line? He's crass and cheap. And about 100 lbs. overweight, but he carries it sort-of well. But what I discovered about his personality is that he gave his "best," apparently, during our phone conversations. I have to say that I wasn't captivated by anything he said this evening. (And I had WANTED to be.)
He waits until we're 3 hours into the meet to ask for the check, receive it, and then look at me and say "Do you want to go half?" How shitty is that? I mean, we didn't go crazy or anything--shared 2 appetizers and each had several glasses of wine. I decided to try a new variation on a Cosmo, but that was it. Period. No actual "dinner." And he waits until the check to say this, about going "halvsies?" Eeeeewwwwww. What could I have said, but "yeah, ok.' And inwardly groan. THEN, after having "gifted" me with that little bomb, he proceeds to go to the loo and then comes out and spends about 10 minutes chatting with the blonde, female member of the "trio" that is apparently going to play at this place. Niiiiiice, n'estce pas?
Well, we're done. I'm disappointed (and insulted re: the whole check thing) but not damaged. Just...DONE. C'est tout. C'est finis. And BUH-BYE.
