DATE SIX

YES I WENT FOR A SIXTH
I mentioned there would be a sixth date previously, but damn this is really starting to feel like work. I can’t promise there will be a seventh, because frankly, this is tiring.

Can't take much more of this.

Oh who am I kidding, of course there will be seventh! Maybe..... Anyway, on to number six. Let’s get started.

PRE DATE
First of all, let’s call this man Me2.  [NOTE: THIS WAS YEARS BEFORE THE ME TOO MOVEMENT, NO RELATION]

Let’s begin with the text messages- this man likes sending a lot of words. My responses contained much fewer words and he eventually began sending texts of a more reasonable length, which I appreciated.

Bitch please. I’m not reading this, it’s like homework.

I’VE MET THE MALE VERSION OF ME
I doubt it really, but he says “me too” to just about everything that I say on this date. (Now you understand why he is called Me2) And it gets old, fast.

From the data that I've collected about this man, he’s had a very fortunate upbringing; he was able to enjoy the advantages of nepotism because his father is some big shot. He’s clearly got money, or rather his parents do; enough of it that his car lineup is quite impressive. 

He is a few months younger than I am but owns a house already, in CA. He was able to skip college and become a lead at the company he works for (ohh nepotism). He looks and sounds very proud as he tells me this and he keeps saying he was very lucky, like me.

Bitch, I wasn't lucky, I actually had to work hard to get where I am. 

I tell him that LUCK has nothing to do with my current occupation. I got to where I am because I invested in a college education, got a job without the help of mommy or daddy and worked my ass off to get to my current position. But he keeps saying we are both so lucky.

 
We meet at a restaurant near him, which isn’t all that convenient for me, but whatever – I suggested the location near him hoping he'd choose the place. Oddly enough, I do still end up being the one to pick the restaurant. I get there promptly at 7:24pm and see him sitting on the tailgate of his Ranger in the parking lot.

DON’T JUST SEE; OBSERVE
Immediately I recognize him, however he looks so much more scraggly than he did in the profile pictures. He hasn’t spotted me yet, so I take a moment to visually scan him as he sits on the back of his truck kicking his feet around and looking in every direction, anxiously waiting.

Aside from being nervous, he also appears to give zero fucks about appearances and first impressions.

He’s very casually dressed in his Dickies pants, a hoodie and skater shoes. His hair is a bit of a mess, and it appears he hasn’t shaved in a few days. Scruff works on some men. This isn’t one of those men.

He smiles at me- shit, he’s recognized me. I park next to his truck, hop out of my vehicle and give him the most awkward hug ever. This is not on purpose, I assure you- it’s what came naturally for me at that very moment. It was one of those hugs that guys give other guys, where you only use one arm and it’s kind of more of a tap on the back than an actual hug. You know, like a bro hug.

Up close, I notice his teeth and how straight they are; he probably had braces when he was younger, however, braces can cause yellowing of the teeth and therefore you must follow-up with whitening. It does not appear he has done so. Instant turn-off for me. Instant. 

I take a closer look at his posture- he walks with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, back slightly hunched over- signs of lack of confidence, or he’s very cold- but it’s June, it’s not cold outside. He does have lovely green eyes and his finger nails are neatly trimmed, so points for that.

Physical analysis completed. Let's go inside and chat, because I can’t tell how much I dislike you just yet...

TO BE CONTINUED....