Everything was pretty typical at first. Match with a cute guy on tinder, and you decide to actually respond to a message for once. I work full time, give me a break. We were chatting for a few days, but I can't really say it was particularly exciting conversation. Perfectly nice, average guy. He was cute and kind of funny, and really paid attention to little things about me. The latter is specifically why I agreed to it when he asked if I wanted to have a first date. That's precisely when the red flags started flying.
We picked a day, well, I picked a day. His opinions on things seemed to vanish as soon as I said yes. I spent the next three days throwing up ideas of where we could go, what we could do. His lack of planning and initiative was frustrating. Way to make a girl feel like you don't care about the turn out, home boy. When the day of the date rolled around, we still didn't have an actual plan. I find people who just agree to everything to be rather frustrating, and annoying to work with. But for the sake of a story, I didn't cancel all together.
After working a nine hour shift, I rushed home to get ready for this date. I picked 5 o'clock, since he had no opinion still. Once I had my predate snack (judge me I don't care) and was about to jump in the shower, I touched base with him to see if everything was still on. He was getting in the shower as well, great! Fast forward 45 minutes, and I'm looking adorable and ready to go right on time. All I needed now was Mr. Tinder, and my evening could get rolling! Too bad he was late. I'm not talking "Oh I got caught in traffic" 15 minutes late. I'm talking an inexcusable hour and half. Right as I was about to call the whole thing off despite my need for a story, he pulled up. With a heavy sigh and already not feeling it anymore, I figured I may as well not waste a cute outfit made.
I stepped outside, and stood on my porch. Thats about the time he rolled his window down. Are you kidding me?! For all the guys that are confused right now, get out of your car and greet her. Open the car door for her, for Christs sake. Even though my gut was screaming to just go back inside, put on my sweats and eat some cheesecake, I couldn't help but wonder how much more of my time I could waste I guess?
Since things were going oh so well, I decided we would go to a pool hall my friend works at so I would have a fast get away. Always plan, ladies.
The ride there wasn't so bad, but conversation was a bit dry. Once we were there, we got our table and some drinks. Things were going okay, but I wouldn't say we were really hitting it off. I will say that despite his previous rude behavior, he did try to let me win every game. I'm just awful at pool. Towards the end of the evening, I was coming back from the bathroom when I saw another drink sitting and waiting for me. I never asked for a third drink, and it's pretty sketchy to come back to an open drink. I politely declined it, for obvious reasons.
I had work early the next morning, which he was aware of. The polite, gentlemanly thing to do here is acknowledge and respect a person's schedule. I'm sure you can imagine by now getting him to take me home was like pulling teeth. I was even less thrilled when his stalling tactics ended up with me standing in the rain. Of course, this was no issue for him. I did eventually get home safely, but needless to say Mr. Manners did not receive a second date.
