I met him last year at our company golf tournatment. He was part of the registered massage therpy team we hired to handle the event. Seemed like a nice guy, we chatted, joked, he said call me.
And I thought to myself, massage therapist, nice fella, I should call. And so I did.
We chatted, and chatted, and chatted, for about a year. We never met up.
I lost interest quickly. I figure if a man doesn't make an effort to see you, chances are you don't really want to see him.
Then last week, he starts calling me down, says we have to meet up, how about Saturday. I idly agree. Give me a call Saturday...and he does. But I am busy, ghetto whinning, so I say call me mid week. He says how about Wednessday. I say sure. And he calls again, right after work like clock work. So I say, what heck, he's making the effort, lets meet.
I walk into the joint, and he meets me at the door. Wearing an oversize yellow sweatshirt that is mustard yellow. He looks like my eighteen year old brother on a sunday. We get to the table and he makes the preliminary chit chat. We order drinks, and he finishes his in seconds. Then he says "Oh I only have thirty dollars on me, But I want another drink."
He proceeds to order a beer, and when the beer comes, he opens up his wallet, and begins to count his cash, including change. He opens up the dessert menu, and begins to add up the costs. He points to both his drinks and says, "ten dollars, plus apple pie, which would be another seven dollars, plus taxes, hmm not sure ill have enough." And he looks at me hopefully, like Ill be contributing to his shortfall. (He somehow misses my horrified and incredulous stare.) Then he begins to talk about how he never wakes up before one pm but how he is working hard to grow his business.
Eventually he gets to the topic of women, and how he doesn't like dating women from Toronto. Apparently the city spoils us. (It somehow never occours to him, that men like him 'spoil us' and not in a good way.)
I have never drunk a glass of wine so fast in my life. Twenty minutes later I am making excuses about an early conference. I practically scream for the waiter to bring us the bill.
And then the clincher.
He tries to short change me. I've had one drink, and he tries to take all the change.
Eventually i got my money, and he attempted to walk with me to the parking lot.
I was about ten steps ahead, and did a cusory wave back.
Men of the world, if you invite a woman out, please oh please be able to afford the $5 drink, wear something that shows us you care (after all chances are, I took a shower, did my hair and wore make up,) and most of all don't tell us how much you hate women....... if for nothing else but a good first impression.