Tuesday, September 14, 2010
For all the single ladies out there (and some men) there's nothing better than a bad setup. It really gives you a rich variety of stories to chose from at dinner parties. All those do-gooders out there who like to set people up really provide a person with enough comic relief to last a lifetime. This next guy was a real winner.
Since I am getting older, but definitely not wiser, a friend of mother's decided that it was necessary for me to find me a nice boy to settle down with and it's always the people that our mothers pick for us that somehow seem extremely incompatible.
I answered my cell phone when it rang with a little bit of apprehension, I had no idea what to expect but I should've known it wasn't going to be good. For starters, the moron got my name wrong, right at the beginning of the conversation. Now, how difficult is it really to remember the name of the person you want to go out on a date with? If you're gonna call a girl up, get her name right. Hint: women do not like being called by someone else's name. I corrected him and let it slide. We started talking casually and a then a few minutes into the conversation, he got my name wrong again! Seriously, how difficult is it? Could someone in their thirties have Alzheimer's?
At this point, I'm a little bit put off. It's not that big a deal, it's not like we've been dating for a while or screaming out the wrong name in bed, but it makes you wonder if his mind is not already occupied by someone else. We talk casually for a few more minutes, and then he asks me if I had a cold because my voice sounded stuffy. I admit, I don't have the most attractive voice and at times it borders on masculine, but still, really? You tell a girl you don't know something like that? And what if I have a bad voice, I could be drop dead gorgeous for all he knows. If there is one thing I could deduce from this conversation is that the guy lacks tact. No tact whatsoever, thank you very much.
Needless to say, I didn't go out on a date with him. Funny thing is though, the guy called me a couple of weeks later to tell me he started seeing someone else, just in case I was holding my breath waiting for him or something.
Like I said, completely tactless... next thing you know, he'll be calling me fat... No thank you.