Lame date!

Lame date!

Labels: My life

So I commented on my last post that I wasnt even going to waste the time of explaining it, but I just have to. There are so many aspects of this date, now after reflecting that I am just like WHY ME right now?

So we meet at Moca Lounge at 7pm last night. A nice little spot around my way that I love love love. My first impression of him was... thank god he's not ooogly. But he was a lot smaller and shorter than I remember without Kettle one and an array of other vodkas in my system. I totally did not even think about how much larger those police jackets make them look since their so puffy.

So I've said it before that I like tall men, he swears he's 5'11... but on my scale... nada... I'll give him 5'10 at the most... I had 2 inch heels on and was taller than him and I'm only 5'8... so someone's scale is a little off. Looks wise he's not the type of guy that is cute enough for me to approach if I was totally sober, but I cant complain, because it could have been a lot worse.

1st offense, he's not a big football fan. We were talking sports and a couple times he looked dazed and confused. He said he was a giants and eagles fan... Can that be humanly possible. I think not.

2nd offense, We started talking about music. Do you know he started bashing Mary J. Blige. Now you know you cannot bash Mary J to a young black female. Saying that every since she fell in love her music is terrible. I had to remind him that she just sold over 600,000 copies of Growing Pains in the first week in a time where hardly anyone sells that well, and her album leaked on the net beforehand, so that many people disagreed. He still went on to brag about how "Whats the 411?" Was far better than the new album. Obviously, he was speaking without having even listened to the new album because he couldnt back any of it up. I hate the people that want to keep Mary in a box... can she live, can she grow, can she become a better person. Then he went on to say that her old songs had more feeling in them and the lyrics were better than her new stuff. I had to then remind him that Mary barely writes any of her songs. he had no comeback.

3rd offense, He's from Guyana. My mailroom clerk at work is from there and we have a love/hate relationship. Some days he's cool and some days I just want to slap him. I felt the same here. He was talking about some singer from Jamaica who has been in jail for the past 10 years for statuatory rape, and has released 4 albums since being put in jail. That he is the best reggae singer, (although I had never heard of him, and at this moment still cant remember his name) and that he hopes he doesnt get out of jail because he knows his music will change and not be as good after he's released....

4th offense, Conversation was so lame and boring. There were a million weird pauses where no one knew what to say. Nothing endulging, endearing, and I was basically just going threw the motions after the first hour. So he aimed at the touchy feely approach as a way to keep things flowing. This turned me off even more. Especially since he saw one of my tattoos and then that ended up being conversation for the next 30 min. Him asking me a million questions about that.
He said something a little raunchy I thought for a first date so I poked him. Not in a mean way, but hard enough for him to know that it wasnt cute, and almost broke my finger. Not because his abs were so rock hard, oh no.. because the nigga was strapped. Yes he went on our date with his gun on him. Are you serious? Then when he dropped me off at home, I asked him if I could see it and he wouldnt let me. Now aint that a blip!!!

5th offense, The check comes. He picks it up and puts in back down. Now We both had a meal and 2 drinks each so I knew it couldnt have been too much. Plus there was a new years day special so everything was cheaper than it usually is. So I take a look at the check. The bill came to a grand total of................. Can I get a drum roll please..... $41.20; and the gratuity was already included. So I do the fake out and pull out my wallet. Thinking if worst came to worst I would just pay my half. Do you know he said, "You got this one?" What... whew it took everything for me not to go completely hood chick on this dude and slam $20 on the table and walk the hell out. But I said you know what, "Yup, I got it!"

There were many more offenses but I will just stop there. Why me? Why cant I have a nice decent date in NYC. I had a nice date a couple weeks ago but that was in ATL. Maybe I just need to pack up and move because the dating scene for me in NY has been nothing but a headache. That's why I sit at home and watch games by myself, because ish like this, I could have ate leftovers then spending $41.20 on a total bore.

LESSON LEARNT - Try to have some sort of constraints when a little tipsy, because most likely what you thought was something that was going to be quite tasty... might leave a bad taste in your mouth after the liquor has wore off.

I actually probably shouldnt even be posting this. He is a cop, he probably already did a background check and everything on me...lol!