Date with "Peter 2" aka with a gift from God... of himself.

Alrighty, so I went. Saturday's date was with a gift from God... of himself. This guy came off as if he's hot stuff. I beg to differ.

We texted on Friday and decided on my suggestion for a place to meet and a time. Woo.

Saturday afternoon I got a text from him.

Him: We still good for tonight?

Me: Yep! Does it still work for you?

Him: Yep.

Um, we talked the day before and I ended it with "See you tomorrow!" So.... I am not sure why he felt the need to confirm, AGAIN, the day of, that we were still meeting.

I was not excited for this date by any means. I even contemplated canceling the date completely. Before hand, I got sushi with a friend so I was nice and full before the date and there was no room to eat. I really didn't care about this date and I didn't even wash my hair; that's how much I didn't care. Apparently my cleanliness level is directly proportional to that of my interest in a guy. Hot.

I got back from sushi and started to get ready, but was starting to run late. When I was on my way, I texted him to let him know that I was running a few minutes late but I would be there soon. This was at 7:50pm and we were meeting at 8pm. At least I had the courtesy to let him know I was running behind.

His reply: If the professor is 15 minutes late to class then it is canceled. ;)

I was pissed. This was pretty rude of him, and I understand the attempt at humor, but buddy, who are you? God? I'm running just a few minutes late, not an hour. Life happens; you get stuck at red lights and behind slow cars. There is nothing I can do about it.

I replied: I should be there in 5 min but only if I don't keep getting every red light.

His reply: No worries. I'm jamming out to 80s in my car just text me when u get here ill meet u out front.

My reply: Parking now. (literally sent this right after his text.... timing couldnt have been more perfect.... for that at least.)

Ok, so I haven't even MET this guy at this point and I can't believe I'm still going on this date.

I was 7 minutes late; how dare I run so late.... eh.

I am waiting out front and don't see him; where the hell is this guy? Then he comes stroooooolling around the corner at probably the slowest, leisurely pace I've ever seen. Ok, buddy, I get the point. First thought; this guy is so much better looking in person than he appeared in his pictures. Whew.

We hug hello and make our way inside to the restaurant which was much more crowded than I anticipated. I asked the hostess if the bar area was "seat yourself" which it was. We found a place along side a wall and staked out our territory. We agreed to get a beer sampler since the restaurant brews its own beer. As I waited, I was thinking, hmm, this isn't as bad as I anticipated. Finally, the bartender brought over the sampler to where he was standing at the bar, but then I noticed..... he was closing out his tab.

Well, I guess the sampler was it. He clearly wasn't anticipating anymore drinks past the 5 small beers we ordered.

He picked up the sampler and brought it over to where I was standing. That's when the date really began. And it was pleasant! I honestly was quite impressed with his actually self. Conversation seemed to flow pretty well and we seemed to have a lot to talk about. I was starting to warm up to this guy and thought, "Hmm, he's not that bad looking and I feel like we are connecting some. This is a pleasant surprise!"

After a little while, he excused himself to the restroom, and proceeded with the slowest pace ever. It was so weird.

I checked my phone and just about an hour had passed. We were almost done with our beers, so I wasn't quite sure what was going to happen next.

Once he returned we continued talking for a little while longer and finished the last of the beer. Then he announced that he had to get going because he had to be in DC by 9:30pm. He asked if I thought he could get there by 9:30pm and I asked, "Well, what part are you going to?"

Him: "Uhh, I'm not sure, I'm just entering the address into my GPS. But do you think I could make it by then?"

Me: "Um, do you know what part at least? Like Chinatown or.... something.....?"

Him: "Uhhh.... Georgetown."

So then I proceeded to ramble a little and tried to instill confidence that he could make it by 9:30pm to Georgetown.

We headed out the door and did a quick hug goodbye in which he said "It was night to meet you. Have a good evening."

Ok, so this guy KNEW he had to leave by 9pm ish in order to be on time at his next "appointment" of 9:30pm in the city. He did not mention this ONCE that he had somewhere to be later that night.

My question is this; why did he suggest a time of 8pm and only give the date an hour's worth of time when he had another commitment?

To me, this guy was a straight up douche. First, he does a half ass job at scheduling the date to begin with, and has the nerve to suggest me coming out HIS way, TWICE. Then, he's rude about the fact that I'm running just a few minutes late (I was a grand total of 7 minutes late). Then, he announces he has another engagement and has to bounce. Buddy, why did you even want to meet in the first place?

Clearly, you are not putting in a lot of effort because maybe you got burned in the past and don't want to waste your time. And let me tell you; I hear ya on that one. I don't want to waste MY TIME either. Maybe if you gave me a reason to be excited about this date, it would have gone better.

This is why I am over men.