Here are the details of last night’s date. Maybe it will seem less silly in bullet format:
- It was a second date with the guy from last week. The date that was completely meh.
- He works in the arts and I finally got around to clicking on the link he sent me. I was so not impressed. So really NOT.
- He asked me if I liked Indian food. I replied that I do, I love it. He then selected a restaurant not too far from where I live, which is either sweet or hopeful – maybe both. Except he picked the absolute worst Indian restaurant within a two mile radius of my apartment. I didn’t say anything about that thinking that maybe he liked the place.
- I was running a few minutes behind schedule for the date. I got a text from him when I was a couple blocks away saying that the restaurant was closed (I wasn’t surprised, as it was so bad!).
- We met up and I asked him if he had anyplace else he’d like to go. He said he couldn’t think of anything and asked me to direct us to something. I asked him if he had his heart set on Indian or if something else would work as there really weren’t any good Indian places within 10-15 blocks of where we were standing but if he really wanted Indian there were adequate to OK options available (I also mentioned that there were MANY good restaurants around, just not Indian). His reply, let’s go to another Indian restaurant. Now I like Indian food, I do. But I just told the guy that there were no good Indian restaurants near where we were.
- He then sat there all through the meal and pretty much left it up to me to carry the conversation. I felt like I was there to entertain him. He just sat and stared, only chiming in when I asked direct questions.
- And then, at the end of our very mediocre dinner, he asked me if he could see me again. Which is usually somethng I like, if the date is going well (no wishy washy, we should do this again but, “let’s get together Thursday”). But in this case it was just awkward and strange. I couldn’t believe he thought the date was going well enough to ask me out again. I told him I was unsure of my schedule and that I’d get back to him (lame, I know, I just couldn’t say it to his face).
So today when he emailed me to say, again, how much fun he’d had and that he really wanted to get together on Thursday I waited a few hours and then sent a polite but firm ‘no thank you’ email.
Tags: bad date, no thank you email, second date