His First
This guy messaged me on jdate, eager to start a conversation. He worked in the city where I live, but lived a distance away.
For our date, he told me he would borrow his mom’s car to drive to the city and pay to park in garage, just for me! We had scheduled to meet around 7:15. I got a text message from him at 6:00, saying he was done with his workday, and I wanted to be meet earlier because he’d just be sitting around his office, patiently waiting for me to get ready.
I agreed to 6:45 - but only out of guilt that he was sitting in his empty office. Once he arrived at my building, I noticed he was a fair bit shorter in height than he had let on. He said to me, “So, I am tall enough?” (I’m 5’1”, so it doesn’t take much to be taller than me, but I wouldn’t put him over 5’3”).
Then he showed me the itinerary he and his friends at work had worked on for our first date. We would first stop at a sports bar for a quick beer, then take a cab to another part of the city for dinner, and then come back to my area for dessert. What did I get into???
The sports bar was decent, good conversation. We got in the cab, and soon he realized he didn’t have the exact address for where he wanted to go. He wouldn’t tell me the name of the place because he wanted to surprise me. When he finally told me, I also said I wasn’t 100% sure of the address, but I knew another place close by that was good. So, off we went. Conversation again was decent, but he started telling me about his salary (or lack thereof). He said that he didn’t really have to worry about money, though, because his dad makes over 400k a year. He commented, “It seems like you came from a similiar background - rich parents.”
We took a cab back to my area of the city and he didn’t seem to want to go home. We went to a dessert place close to my apartment. He opted to sit next to me at a booth, rather than across from me (I hate that!) At this point, I was so ready to go home.
As we waited for our dessert, he made a comment to me about a phone conversation we had the day before. I had called him to confirm plans, and he didn’t answer. He called me back about 45 minutes later. So, while we were sitting and waiting for dessert, he said, “Do you know why I didn’t answer yesterday when you called?” I said, “No, but it’s no big deal.” He said, “I must confess something to you, but you can’t laugh at me!” I agreed - uh oh. He said, “I used to bite my nails, so I now I get manicures with my mom once a week.”
