More fun than Mayonnaise... or at least equally fun... OK, it's less fun, but you're still reading...
We met at the gym. My normal 25 min routine stretched into 45 min because we had such great conversation. But at the restaurant she only had one-word answers. I tried to talk about travel, movies, art, music, cool local attractions, shared college experiences. However....
"Do you watch a lot of TV?"
"Don't own one."
"Without TV killing your time, you must have a lot of really cool hobbies."
"No. I watch lots of DVDs on my computer."
"Cool, is there a genre you really like? Favorite actor? Series?"
"Nah."
"What did you just watch recently?"
(long pause) "Old School."
"Did you like it?"
"It was fine."
"I thought it was funny, particularly when they were regifting the bread maker... but a little too much naked Will Ferrell for me."
"I guess."
She also looked better at the gym than in the gray hooded sweatshirt she wore to dinner.
Our conversation was disjointed at the gym (pause to exercise to watch something on TV)... but those same gaps stayed at dinner and were painfully long without an activity to distract us.
She physically reminded me of a friend's woman who I have never found attractive, so that was creepy when I looked at her.
Perhaps I went to a bad restaurant since this is my second bad experience. (Last one was meeting an old kindergarten accquaintance)
It was the first time I ever blurted out "no" when the waitor asked if I wanted dessert.
Posted by steveh at August 22, 2006 12:55 PM | TrackBackOld School wasn't even that funny you lying bastard.
Posted by: Bender at August 22, 2006 03:39 PMGymnopaedia in More Modest Times
With lights dimmed low,
With candles giving each a glow.
Came the time he asked whether
"Something we might do together
Could give us pleasure without fail?"
"Oh, yeah." Her words began to flow,
Undoing the anxious evening's tether.
"We could go check for new e-mail".
GB, because you spoke to her and saw her at the gym, this disqualifies the experience as BLIND. However, you get a fat C for courage for asking her out...you DID ask her out, or no? ps you might consider wearing contacts or your glasses when working out.
Posted by: Heather at August 23, 2006 06:28 AMBelieve me, anonymous poet, if I had had a portable device with which to check my email, I would have broken it out after 30 minutes and started to ignore her. But like it or not, she was my only source of entertainment as our server, Beau, was just as bland.
Posted by: gb at August 23, 2006 09:33 AMYou are right, heather: it was an "I was blind for asking her on a date" date. I will consider replacing my workout eyepatch with some contacts.
Posted by: gb at August 23, 2006 09:36 AMThese are two of the funniest couple of entries I've ever read on this blog. Keep up the good work!
Posted by: Mon at August 23, 2006 03:48 PMglad to see my miserable weekend is delighting you, monday.
Posted by: gb at August 23, 2006 04:07 PMIt's a bittersweet laugh because I FEEL YOUR PAIN. just let me know when you have to call a friend from the bathroom in order to get her to fake car problems so that you can get out of the date. Now, that's BDH.
Posted by: Monday at August 23, 2006 08:47 PMGreat story, Monday.... anyone else have horrid BDH stories?
Posted by: gb at August 24, 2006 09:17 AMI could write a book. A series of books.
Posted by: Monday at August 24, 2006 07:45 PMi'm sure if your bd's got together, they could write a series of books with a forward by ann landers.
Posted by: gb at August 24, 2006 11:20 PMI have a bdh story...just one, thank goodness
Posted by: heather at August 27, 2006 03:56 AM