"Kevin"

Next: "Kevin."

A lesson learned.

There isn't much to say about Kevin. He was a really nice guy. First guy to actually CALL me to set up a date rather than just texting. I think this says worlds, but that's just me. Anyways, because I was sick with this nasty cold, that luckily prevented me from a third date with "Mike 1," our date was postponed a bit. Finally we found a day and time that worked. We met up at an outside, free concert and then planned to grab a bite to eat. Well, it rained on our parade, literally, but parade being concert. We instead just decided to get dinner.

Dinner went alright. I thought it was going well, but we were kind of fishing for things to talk about between us. He expressed his distaste for his best friend's girlfriend and was quite passionate about it. Kind of a turn off, but I think we can all understand when a friend starts seeing someone that maybe we don't quite understand what they see. It happens. Overall, I thought it was a decent date. However there was a mentioning, done by me, about poo. I think that's what turned the date into a shitty date.

I learned my lesson; don't mention poo on a first date.