Like School in July… No Class

Although I’m still relatively new to the whole dating-after-40 thing, I do believe that a first date should be a best-behavior date. I’m not saying the guy has to be in a suit and tie and arrive with flowers for me, but at least be on time and dress like you have some sense.

After reading Perpetual Prude’s woes about an inconsiderate date, I was reminded of some of the less-than-classy guys I’ve been out with.

There was the guy who gave me a specific time and place to meet him for lunch, then showed up nearly a half hour late looking like he had just gotten done playing basketball… sweatpants, wave cap, baggy sweatshirt. He pulled out his tablet as soon as we sat down and pretty much talked about work the whole time, while eating his way through a two for $20 deal at Applebee’s {1 Appetizer + 2 Entrees for $20} by himself. He seemed a little surprised later when I said I just didn’t feel a connection.

Then there was the guy who managed to turn a nice lunch date into the definition of awkward. We’d had a great conversation while we ate, but when he walked me to my car afterward, he… poked me. I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I wasn’t going to say anything, but he looked at me with this creepy look and said, “You can see I’m kind of excited. Are you excited, too?” Ummm…not so much. He then went on to say {in the same creepy way}, “It’s too bad you have to get back to work, I’d love to get you in your backseat right now.” I’m assuming the look on my face said it all because he quickly said, “Not like that, I just wanna make out.” Sure, pal. Your little friend downtown says otherwise. I’ve never been so happy to get back to work in my life.

There was another guy I had met online who asked me to meet him for dinner. I wasn’t terribly familiar with the area, and I ended up semi-lost. When I called him to figure out where to go, he said he had to drop his cousin off and would come to where I was so I could follow him. He showed up a minute later wearing sweatpants {WTF is up with guys coming to a first date in sweats??} and looking like he just woke up. He had another guy {the cousin? some hoodlum? who knows!} in his car and said to follow him so he could drop the guy off. Against my better judgement, I followed him. We drove farther and farther from where all the stores and restaurants were, and when I realized we had been driving for 15 minutes, I got more nervous. I slowed down and hung back enough that another car was able to get between us {thankfully it was dark, so I was hoping he wouldn’t notice}. At the next intersection, after the guy went straight, I turned right and drove like a bat out of hell. For all I knew, he was leading me to some secluded storage facility where God knows what would’ve happened. Sometimes you just gotta go with your gut.

Probably the best {or worst?} example of a date with no class was a guy who really needs his own blog post. That’s a story for another time. But trust me, it’s a real doozy and worth the wait.


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