Sometimes I’ll meet a guy and it takes me a few days to figure out what, if anything, to write about the date. Usually it’s because I liked the guy but there was some issue that makes me think I shouldn’t see him again.
I had one of those dates last week.
This is a guy I’d been looking forward to meeting for a while. We were supposed to meet the week before, but then I had a work-related thing come up and we rescheduled (and he was totally cool about that which made me want to meet him even more). We’d emailed a lot and spoken on the phone a couple of times and I thought he was smart and charming and funny and according to his online profile pictures he was kind of cute (not drop dead gorgeous, but I’ll take smart and charming and funny over drop dead gorgeous any day).
And then we met. And I knew from the second (the SECOND) we met that there was a problem. He reeked of alcohol. Or more specifically, he had the unmistakable smell of someone who drinks heavily, everyday. That stale, alcohol coming through your pores smell.
Maybe some of my readers aren’t familiar with the particular smell I’m trying to describe. Lucky you. It’s not the smell someone gets after a night out of partying. Or even a week of partying. It’s a lifestyle smell. And it’s sad. Very, very sad.
Anyway, I pretended like I didn’t smell it and we actually had a great date. That’s right, he was all of the things I thought he would be. So much so that when he asked if he could see me again, I didn’t say no. I wanted to, I knew I should. But I didn’t. Not because I’m a wimp, but because there was a little voice inside my head that was saying, “maybe?”
Then, over the course of the next couple of days I called a few friends of mine. Friends who I knew would get it. And they all told me to run as fast as I could away from this guy. And I knew that they were all absolutely right. I was just hoping for someone to say, “maybe…”
Anyway, I’m not going to go out with him again. I know enough to know that nothing good can come of that.
I’m sad about it, though. Because I really do think he’s a great guy.
Tags: alcohol, first date, online dating profile picture