Workin at the Carwash

Online dating is fun. You get to meet all sorts of interesting people. One of the dates I got from online dating ended up being one of these people. We met for our first date and ate at a decently nice restaurant (it was no Subway, but I won't judge). The thing that stood out the most for me was how sloppy of an eater this guy was! I was shocked at how much food wasn't making it off the table. He was also rather bad at conversation. Aside from that there wasn't really anything too bad about this guy so I said yes to a second date. I figure that first dates can be hard so if there are no deal breakaz on date one I should give the guy a second chance.

Date two was slightly more interesting. He picked me up this time. His car was filthy on the outside and icky on the inside. The inside mostly had food wrappers and drink spills, nothing too out of the ordinary. His daughter's car seat and several of her toys were also in the car even though he only saw her about every six months. I think he picked up on the messy car thing, because on our way to get ice cream we stopped at a gas station to clean off the windshield.

I am amazed that he was able to get to my house with the amount of gunk that was on the windshield, but he managed it somehow and found that the beginning of the date was the right time to clean it off. He tried using the squeegee but only the sponge part was attached and the squeegee part was missing. I watched him try to figure out what to do for a few seconds before offering my help. He refused, saying he would figure it out himself. He then decided to dip a paper towel in the cleaning fluid and try to wipe clean his windshield. One square inch at a time. I suggested that he use the sponge and his windshield wipers to do the job, and after a few more tedious minutes he took me up on that idea.

As it turns out, this man is an incredibly messy eater. He got ice cream all over himself and the table that evening. The date was equally as boring as the first, and when he called for a third date I politely turned him down. After I had explained that I wasn't interested, he asked me why and what he could do to change himself. I didn't have the heart to tell him that he needs to stop being so messy, so I made sure to reassure him that there is a lovely girl out there for him but it just wasn't me.

Every Rose Has It's Thorn

I am not the world's suavest dater. This is evidenced best by a story from when I was 16 years old. I was at a church activity that ended with a dance. During the activity I had spent a lot of time with a boy I had met a few weeks earlier. We flirted a bit and enjoyed getting to know one another a bit better. As the evening was drawing to a close, he asked me to come with him to the chapel of the church where this event was being held. We walked up to a spot in the chapel where he bent down to pick up the roses he had brought me. My little 16 year-old brain was frantically trying to think of what I should do at this point. The solution that came to mind was to give him a high-five. Yep, a boy gave me roses and I gave him a high-five. Thus ended my relationship with rose boy.