I was thinking the other day about all the dates I have been on. Some are head shakers for sure!! I can’t believe some of them … but it is me … so I should not be surprised.
I met this guy for drinks in NYC. He was OK looking. But, I was looking for substance. So, I gave a sort of pass on the looks. He was barely “attractive.” I had high expectations. I was looking for nice and interesting and someone with character and humor. So, I walked into the cozy bar and he was there … standing … obvious … so I knew right away.
The conversation started … well, badly. The first thing he said to me was, “Oh, I thought you were 5’2″ … you seem a lot shorter.” I don’t know why I stayed … maybe it was a form of repentance for something bad I did that I don’t remember … but I did stay.
He was English. I am Irish. He then embarked on a completely insulting tirade about the Irish and said that if he knew that I was 100% irish, he never would have agreed to meet me.
Did I mention that I did not meet this man because of his looks? I was going for substance.?
He had neither. His tirade was disrespectful and my cue to leave … but not without giving him a little piece of my Rebel Irish mind.
Have you ever regretted going on a date ? Or staying when you know it was far from a love match?
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