Disaster Date

Didn't that used to be the name of a show? Where people purposely sabotaged their own dates to see how long the other person could endure, and if said person could put up with it long enough, they would win a bunch of money? I was convinced I was on that show Friday night, but sadly it ended with me driving home with no more or less money than I started out with that night.

Let me back up a few weeks and say I met someone and went on a few dates with him. I told my closest friends pretty early on that I was sure it wasn't going anywhere, but they convinced me that feelings grow and evolve and this other Hallmark crap, so I decided to give him and the "relationship" a chance.

I guess some red flags went off right away. He was divorced (I knew this from some investigative work) but it never came up. Which was fine, because the first few dates are too soon to talk about past relationships. But divorce and kids have always been deal breakers for me and I tell myself until I'm 30, I don't need to bend on those. He also went to an Ivy League for his bachelor's and his master's but mentioned how he's the most junior person at his job he recently started - sits at the front desk and answering the phones on top of his regular responsibilities. OK, fine. Some offices are really small and need someone to take that on. He also seemed to have unlimited free time - as is, no friends. But went to random dance classes and put up flyers offering guitar lessons to little kids. This is where I told myself to stop being a judgmental b*tch because pretty soon I'm going to be 45 with a bunch of cats, on an episode of Hoarders.

I have not enjoyed any of our dates but I haven't exactly suffered through them either. I have endured them while telling myself the first few can be awkward.