Date Zero with TooBlastedPoor

by anna on July 5, 2004

TooBlastedPoor and I met at the Bourgeois Pig, that unfortunate coffee house near my house that has been setting to many a DZaster. I wore the Mid-to-Late-June-and-Now-Carrying-Into-July Date Zero outfit, with the substitution of flip flops for mary janes, and no jacket. OPI Apricotcha Cheatin’ polish on toes, Herve Leger perfume, NARS Pigalle lipstick (a matte pink/rose color). He wore: jeans, nice-ish shoes (kind of loaferish), blue polo shirt.

He has a cute face, but is kind of a small guy. Overall, pretty cute. Not drop dead gorgeous though. I think he was surprised by me, or something, I don’t know, he looked kind of surprised when I walked in, he said, “You don’t look [he mimed the number 30],” and I said, “What do I look like?” and he said, “22″ and I rolled my eyes.

It was a little awkward. He and I have the same sense of humor exactly. Very deadpan. Everything that was said was a joke, and so therefore nothing was. He changes topics a lot, what is with these men and their inability to stay on task? It appears TooBlastedPoor doesn’t like silence. We discussed many things. He told me he had only had two relationships. He said, “What about you?” and I changed the subject. He asked me another question regarding relationships, and I said, “You don’t get to ask that yet.” and he said, “But I told you that blahblahblah dating blahblahblah,” and I said, “Yes, I can ask you whatever I want but you cannot ask me that. It’s inappropriate.” I have no problem being petulant with these men at this point. I think I lost that desire to be polite a few weeks? months? back, somewhere between ShortAsshole and LanternJaw.

I got the feeling he did not want the date to end. Rather, I should say, I know he didn’t want the date to end because he wanted me to tell him something we could do next. I kept having to deflect in order for him to come up with a plan. Eventually, we went to get Thai food, at a place he had been to.

I had Thai “Spaghetti,” the house specialty. He had some kind of curry. The food was excellent. The conversation was good. He’s a funny guy. He wanted to go somewhere after dinner, I said, “I’ve got to go home.”

We had a totally retardo conversation upon parting. I made it clear to him that he needed to call me/email me. I don’t know what will happen. I’m disheartened.

I’m disheartened because he’s not in a position to have a relationship. Yet, he loves my sense of humor, blahblabhblah loves all the things that they guys who ARE in a position to have a relationship can’t stand.

It’s not so much that he is poor, it’s more that he has no career to speak of and I don’t think he will ever have one. That’s kind of a dealbreaker for me. Money, I might be willing to negotiate on for an otherwise stellar guy. But no career, no ambition–I lose the ability to think of the guy in a sexual way.

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Becky November 19, 2008 at 1:03 pm

Love the term “DZaster”

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