Date & Dish

Last night I had an impromptu date with a guy that I met online.  I took a chance and went out with him after a fun IM chat session earlier in the day, without having talked to him on the phone.  He suggested we meet for ice cream, which sounded yummy and easy.

As I was approaching the ice cream place, I heard him yell out “Hey Red!” from his Jeep.  To tell you that I thought I heard the voice of Kermit the Frog, would be a pretty accurate statement.  I kid you not.  I wanted to bolt and run far far away, but I didn’t.   I went up to his car and met his rather aggressive German shepherd and then went inside for ice cream. 

I was thinking, ok, so this guy sounds like a muppet, but maybe he’s really interesting and we’ll have a great conversation.  Fat chance. 

Within five minutes he was exerting, in a rather condescending manner, his technical prowess of the Macintosh operating system and the internet.  Um, hello muppet man!!  You are a car mechanic and I actually get paid to talk about technology and you’re telling me that I don’t know what I’m talking about?!  Perhaps it’s a rather big pet peave of mine when men think women know nothing about technology, but this guy was doing a fine job of pushing my buttons.  Instead of getting into it with him, I just smiled politely and said, “yes, you do know best.”

Sigh. 

And to add insult to injury, I never heard back from The Lawyer.  I’m having a serious losing streak here.