Diva
04-04-02, 01:12AM
May 04, 2001
Last night I made my one and only contact with a response to my (friend's) personal ad for me. Do you hear me, KV?!?!?!?! the conversation started out nice. Of course it was through an instant messanger type service. It's not like they have a special font for "bitterness". So he asked me out for orderves and a drink. Don't even go there... I said yes... Should I wait until my friends pick their jaw off of the ground?
We met at a local deli. He was good looking. Tall. Skinnier than I prefer. I'm into bear hugs. Oh yeah... Quick! Before I lose my train of thought! The conversatoin was nice. Then, Lo and behold! The little inconsistencies came out. For instance... He checked off single. He was married. Then he got DIVORCED. not that it's a big deal. I've dated quite a few divorcees. it's baggage, like anything else. But it' good to have a heads up on these things. I stated that I did not want kids. I even checked the box that said... now pay attention, this may get confusing... Kids-NO. So did he. What he meant was... no MORE kids. He has three. One's an infant. He brought out the baby pictures. I felt around for my keys. Once again... it's a life choice. I have friends that make fantastic parents. Who love their kids and put some forethought into it. So did I. When I mentioned the no kids stipulation, he looked dumfounded. "But you're not having them... your just spending your life with them." Five minutes later, he still couldn't get it. He figured that since I didn't have to pop those suckers out, the hard work was done. Mooooving right along.
I started trying to cover this trainwreck with light conversation. My pets. I love animals. I have an apartment, so cats it is. I want a big dog. But alas, I'll have to wait. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I'm making small talk about my pets, and he blurts out,"Oh. I'm allergic to cats. Can't even be in the same room with em." Now, up until now, I've been so patient the waiter wanted to check my pulse. But this was just bullshit! Mind you, I'm not the type of person that does well on first dates. I don't have that "poker" face. I like to just be myself. The way I see it, you get the full package, no hidden agendas. Keeping that in mind, I could have won an academy award for how I minimized my reactions to his little "oversights". The gloves came off. "Look, XXXXX. I think that this conversation has signified the end of our date. I have been completely upfront and honest with you about my intentions. I made every effort to make sure that you understood what I was looking for and what I would not compromise on. So, I don't understand why you even asked me out,knowing full well that I have no desire whatsoever to be involved with someone who has children. And knowing how much I love my cats." His response.... Grrrrrrr.. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, " You know, you're beautiful when you're angry. Did you know that your eyes turn deep green? Wow." sonofamutherf############3itch! My retort... I blinked. My jaw ever so slightly dropped. I blinked again. I got a twitch somewhere. Then, for the coupe de grah... he added, "Comeon honey, all women love kids. They're made for making em.... And cats can adapt to the outside. It's not like it snows in southern California. See? Problem solved." I heard a faint "Oh my" to my left. The waiter slipped by me and removed the silverware. As he turned towards me he mouthed 'just in case'.
I had two choices. Stay and rip this schmuck a new asshole...or do anything else with my life. I chose the latter. I heard him calling out my name as I left. I believe that you have so many things that you can do with your life... Why waste them having a two hour discussion about a subject that has been decided... My exes loved/hated me for that. Oh, you want to do this? Okay. good luck. Have fun. Goodbye. and I'm out the door before you can open your mouth to protest. Another dormaint chick gene. Sometimes, though. I wonder if it's always a good thing.
Last night I made my one and only contact with a response to my (friend's) personal ad for me. Do you hear me, KV?!?!?!?! the conversation started out nice. Of course it was through an instant messanger type service. It's not like they have a special font for "bitterness". So he asked me out for orderves and a drink. Don't even go there... I said yes... Should I wait until my friends pick their jaw off of the ground?
We met at a local deli. He was good looking. Tall. Skinnier than I prefer. I'm into bear hugs. Oh yeah... Quick! Before I lose my train of thought! The conversatoin was nice. Then, Lo and behold! The little inconsistencies came out. For instance... He checked off single. He was married. Then he got DIVORCED. not that it's a big deal. I've dated quite a few divorcees. it's baggage, like anything else. But it' good to have a heads up on these things. I stated that I did not want kids. I even checked the box that said... now pay attention, this may get confusing... Kids-NO. So did he. What he meant was... no MORE kids. He has three. One's an infant. He brought out the baby pictures. I felt around for my keys. Once again... it's a life choice. I have friends that make fantastic parents. Who love their kids and put some forethought into it. So did I. When I mentioned the no kids stipulation, he looked dumfounded. "But you're not having them... your just spending your life with them." Five minutes later, he still couldn't get it. He figured that since I didn't have to pop those suckers out, the hard work was done. Mooooving right along.
I started trying to cover this trainwreck with light conversation. My pets. I love animals. I have an apartment, so cats it is. I want a big dog. But alas, I'll have to wait. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I'm making small talk about my pets, and he blurts out,"Oh. I'm allergic to cats. Can't even be in the same room with em." Now, up until now, I've been so patient the waiter wanted to check my pulse. But this was just bullshit! Mind you, I'm not the type of person that does well on first dates. I don't have that "poker" face. I like to just be myself. The way I see it, you get the full package, no hidden agendas. Keeping that in mind, I could have won an academy award for how I minimized my reactions to his little "oversights". The gloves came off. "Look, XXXXX. I think that this conversation has signified the end of our date. I have been completely upfront and honest with you about my intentions. I made every effort to make sure that you understood what I was looking for and what I would not compromise on. So, I don't understand why you even asked me out,knowing full well that I have no desire whatsoever to be involved with someone who has children. And knowing how much I love my cats." His response.... Grrrrrrr.. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, " You know, you're beautiful when you're angry. Did you know that your eyes turn deep green? Wow." sonofamutherf############3itch! My retort... I blinked. My jaw ever so slightly dropped. I blinked again. I got a twitch somewhere. Then, for the coupe de grah... he added, "Comeon honey, all women love kids. They're made for making em.... And cats can adapt to the outside. It's not like it snows in southern California. See? Problem solved." I heard a faint "Oh my" to my left. The waiter slipped by me and removed the silverware. As he turned towards me he mouthed 'just in case'.
I had two choices. Stay and rip this schmuck a new asshole...or do anything else with my life. I chose the latter. I heard him calling out my name as I left. I believe that you have so many things that you can do with your life... Why waste them having a two hour discussion about a subject that has been decided... My exes loved/hated me for that. Oh, you want to do this? Okay. good luck. Have fun. Goodbye. and I'm out the door before you can open your mouth to protest. Another dormaint chick gene. Sometimes, though. I wonder if it's always a good thing.